My 5 year old asks me a lot of questions. Like a lot a lot. As smart as I think I am, they’re often questions I literally cannot answer. As creative as I aim to be, I cannot even make up a fictional answer to assuage this little tyke’s inquisitiveness.
- Mom. How do trucks get so long?
- Mom. Why can’t glass break itself?
- Mom. What two colors are infinity?
- Mom. How do we put things inside our bones?
- Mom. Which frog can jump the longest?
So today on the drive to preschool I shuddered when I heard him utter, “Mom.”
I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and braced myself for the impossible question that was about to be lobbed in my direction. I scrunched my brows together in concentration trying to prepare a new and “exciting” way to drop the “I don’t know” bomb.
Today’s question was, “Mom. Why did God make crabs?”
I exhaled a silent prayer asking God to please give me an answer today. You see, I’m so tired of having to say that I just don’t know in answer to this inexhaustibly curious little boy’s every innocent query.
Today, I had an answer. Suddenly I had this picture in my head of giant, gentle hands crafting the appendages of a crab like a child makes a creation out of Play-Doh.
“Maybe God was just feeling really creative that day. Maybe He just wanted to make something that was really new and different when He made a crab.”
My little guy didn’t miss a beat and shot me the follow up question, “But why did He make a crab so it could pinch people?”
Again, praying for the mind of God, I inhaled thoughtfully.
“Well, you see, there are a lot of bigger creatures in the ocean that are mean to the crab, so God gave the crab a special weapon so he could defend himself from the bigger sea creatures and stay safe in that big ocean.”
By that time, the stoplight had turned green, and I was trying to eek out those words in a wavery voice while trying to see the road through watery eyes.
I needed these questions today, and the answers God gave me were just as much for my tot as they were for me. I’ve been struggling with my uniqueness and my gifting lately.
And through tiny questions, God gave me huge answers.
I’m special. I’m unique. I’m on purpose. God delighted in making me. And God has given me a special weapon to help me survive in this big, sometimes scary place.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous–how well I know it.
Psalm 139:14 (NLT)