We bought a futon a few months back for Brian’s office. We figured that could be like a guest bedroom when our family visits from TX. We have since moved Rudy into the office, Brian has a “workstation” in our bedroom, and the futon is in the playroom. It works out for all of us. Abby loves this futon. She thinks it’s so cool that it can convert into a bed. She just loves having somewhere else, other than the floor, to watch T.V.
Well, this morning I finally get a chance to brush my teeth and go to the bathroom without little ones bothering me. So, in my brief 5 seconds of bathroom time Abby runs in yelling, “Mom! Mom! Rudy is stuck in the food-ton!!” I couldn’t help but laugh because she called it foodton. I asked her, “Abby, he’s stuck in the what?!” She says, “The FOOD TON, THE FOOD TON!” I run to the playroom where he was, indeed, stuck in between the wall and the futon.
After the chaos, I asked Abigail why she called it foodton. She says, “I always thought you called it food-ton. I thought it was a funny name for a couch, but Mommies always know the names of things so I just called it food-ton.” Hmmm.. She never questioned the funny name. She never even THOUGHT to ask me about it.. just took it for truth because Mommy said so.
This hit me because I was reading a blog by Leslie Nease and she was blogging about Oprah Winfrey and how, at one point in her life, she said she was “turned off” by God because she learned he was a jealous God. Leslie then went into explaining the difference between God’s Jealousy and Man’s Jealousy (which revolves around desires). It makes complete sense, but what is troubling to my heart right now is ………. I never questioned it. I know he is a jealous God (even though Leslie shed light on it for me), but never questioned it because in my little head I think, “He’s God and He could be whatever he wants to be. He’s God!” Furthermore, I know that we, as humans, can NEVER totally understand Him and His existence. I never questioned.
It kind of scares me a little because my Faith is almost defined as a Blind Faith. I believe Jesus Christ died on the Cross for us. I believe God exists in three persons, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. I believe. I never questioned or QUESTION some of the truths I study. Does that make me stupid for not knowing or asking? Or does it make me Faithful for just trusting?
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