Questions

Ever since I was little, I have questioned everything.  I refuse to take issues at face value, and almost always inquire further.  I want to know how things work, I want to understand why things happen the way they do, I want to see it for myself.  I have never been content with the simple I-don't-feel-like-explaining-it answer.  I want to be walked through it and shown what is going on and why.  I want to understand the world around me, to question it all and find the truth for myself.

If I think back, I realize this all began when I was a little girl, when my dad would come in my room after I was all ready for bed, and I would just ask him questions.  I would lay in bed, asking question after question about topics ranging from metamorphosis to the moon to where maple syrup comes from.  My curiosity was endless, as was his ability to answer my probing questions.

My dad, in answering my questions and encouraging me to ask them, showed me the importance of curiosity.  He showed me that there truly are no stupid questions, that there is an answer for whatever question I have.  Even if he doesn't have the answer, the answer is out there.  Someone else might have it, or I might have to find it for myself.

I know today that it's okay for me to ask questions, that God, my Daddy, will answer.  He knows even more than my dad, and loves it when I lay in bed before I fall asleep, asking Him questions about His creation.  He wants me to question it, to explore it, to find out all I can about what He has made for me to enjoy.

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