Mare's Mess

Maly is full of questions. She bombards me with them constantly. I try to answer her questions to the best of my ability, but when I'm not sure how to answer her I'll just tell her, "I don't know. We'll have to ask God that one when we see him." One day the kids asked me when they'll see God to ask him these questions and I had to tell them, "Probably when we die." So now, whenever Maly asks me a question and I answer, "We'll have to ask God about that," Will feels the need to throw in, "When we die." So even though it's very morbid, we've gathered quite a few questions to ask God. I started writing them down so we wouldn't forget them and here are some of the ones we've documented.


I sometimes start out trying to answer:
Maly - How old is God?

Mom - God isn't any age because he's been around forever.
Maly - How has he been around forever?

Mom (quickly realizing this is way out of her realm) – I don’t know. We’ll have to ask God that one when we see him.


It’s confusing for a kid when we say that God made everything and then they comment on how well he made our house. I’ve explained that God didn’t make our house but he made the people who made our house and he made the trees used to make our house. This is all very confusing, so I now just say, "Yep he did do a good job, didn’t he?" My favorite question along these lines is, "Why did God make pop so good?" Couldn’t answer that one so we’ll pose it to God - when we die.


Other assorted questions for the man on high:


Why do people start out little and get bigger?
Why did you make tornadoes?

If you’re bigger than the sky, why don’t you bump your head on it?


We’ll keep adding to the list and I’ll keep you updated on our questions to ask God. . . when we die.