Hello, and welcome to another Thursday morning! It’s officially Autumn. The leaves of our dogwood tree are starting to turn from green to red, triggering a poignant memory…
“Why do the leaves turn color, Mama?”
I looked at my four-year-old son, then back at the dogwood tree in the middle of our yard. The small tree was always the first to display red and orange leaves. Did I know the answer to his question? “The sun shines less this time of year, so the leaves don’t make as much chlorophyll.” I almost ended with a question mark, because I wasn’t quite sure my answer was right. I’d pretty much bombed out in biology.
My little boy frowned and shook his head. “No, Mama, God paints ‘em.”
“Okay. Why did you ask if you already knew the answer?”
He shrugged before bouncing away to join his brothers playing in the court.
My son was certain of his answer, whether scientifically correct, or based on his four-year-old trust mentality.
It made me wonder, why do we ask questions when we already know the answer? Are we hoping the answer will change?
My son had an inquisitive mind. He asked me questions throughout the day for days on end. Sometimes I grew tired of coming up with answers. I may have gotten snippy a time or two.
We taught our children to believe the impossible, that God created the universe by speaking it into existence. His words started a chain of events that centuries later, resulted in the natural beauty around us—the red, orange, and golden leaves in fall. So, maybe He had painted the leaves in the beginning…but why?
Lost in thought, I didn’t hear my son’s approach until he draped his arms around my neck and hugged me.
“I love you, Mama.”
My heart overflowed. “Why do you love me?”