That has been one of my 5-year-old grandson Carter’s favorite lines. Mention anything—Star Wars, the playground, a snack, the latest book we have read—and he wants to talk about it.
I find it amazing that any 5-year-old`would say “Let’s talk about it.” But a boy? Just think how popular he will be.
Isn’t that what God says to us? “Let’s talk about it, Judy.” He and I have certainly had many conversations.
When I am confused, He listens so patiently. Then he assures me that His wisdom, His mind, His thinking are all available to me. Sometimes it will be eternity before I see the whole picture, but His words give me what I need for now.
When I am hurt, He shows me His hands, tells me about the pain of betrayal, then reminds me that his pain paid the price for all my pain.
When I have sinned, He tells me I am not condemned. I am forgiven. I am washed clean. Then he says to me, as to the woman caught in adultery, “Go and sin no more.”
When I rejoice, He rejoices. When I laugh, He laughs. When I cry, He cries.
Sometimes he asks questions: So how is your plan working for you? Do you know how much I love you? Will you trust Me?
Sometimes He whispers: You can do this. I will be with you. I will never give up on you.
Then He adds: There’s more, Judy. I have more for you.
Always He is the answer, the end point of our conversation. He offers all of who He is to every question, every need, every hope that I have.
c Judy Douglass