Last night before Rob and I went on our wild and crazy date to the Amish Acres Red Barn Theater, there was a humongous thunder storm. Not just a little thunder-boomer, but a tornado siren blowing, hide in your basement away from all windows storm. Isabelle gets terrified in these storms. The girls were in the basement for the worst of the storm, but I needed to get ready to go, so I brought Isabelle up to my room with me.
She was sitting on my bed literally trembling. She was saying, "Why does it have to be so loud?" and "Why does God have to do this to us?" In my profound wisdom and theologically sound thinking, I said, "Well, he is just watering the flowers for us so we don't have to." Just then the thunder boomed so loud the house shook. I tried to downplay her fear, and make light of the situation by saying, "See, that is just God laughing. I think he is playing a trick on us." Just as I said that, it thundered even louder, and Belle started crying. She said, "Why is he being so mean to us? THIS IS NOT FUNNY!"
How does a Mommy recover from that one? I just made God look like a practical joke playing prankster that likes to scare little kids and hides behind clouds in the sky!
I am trying God, really, I am. Maybe you can in your infinite wisdom reach down into Belle's little brain and correct the skewed image I have made of you.