The other night I was wrestling with what I thought was a difficult question and asking the Lord, “Why? Why is it this way?”
Instead of a direct answer, I saw a picture in my mind of my baby son crying. And I understood: my son’s relationship to me is like my relationship to my Heavenly Father. The father in each case understands things the son does not, cannot understand yet. I could try to explain to Baby why he has to go to bed, but it wouldn’t help much. Sometimes all my Heavenly Father can tell me is “It’ll be okay, son.”
Baby’s only three months old, and I’m already learning so much from him.