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DO YOU BELIEVE IN GOD?

“Mommy, do you believe in God?” The daughter asked as she nestled in her bed.

After tucking her in and kissing her cheek.

“I do.” Her mother said.

 

“Have you ever seen God?” Her daughter asked.

Her mother shook her head.

“But you still believe there is one?

“I do.” Her mother said.

 

Sensing her daughter’s confusion her mother sat upon the bed.

“So is God a man or a woman?” Her daughter asked.

“Yes.” Her mother said

 

“It all comes down to one word.” Her mother continued

As her daughter sat up in bed.

They looked into her each other’s eyes

“It’s called faith.” Her mother said.

 

“Faith is believing in something you cannot see

It’s not knowing but still moving ahead…

I know right now it’s hard to grasp

but you’ll understand some day.” She said.

 

“And God,” her mother continued, “is not a particular person 

It’s whoever you create within your head..

The God you talk and pray to

can be a man or a woman.” She said.

 

They talked a little more about God

Until her daughter nodded off in bed…

The mother kissed her once more on her cheek

“Sleep tight my love.” She said.

 

“What took you so long.” Her husband asked

When she finally came to bed….

“Tomorrow,” his wife smiled as she kissed him.

 

“You put your daughter to bed.


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DO YOU BELIEVEIN GOD?

As they watched a field of flowers gently swaying in the breeze

sitting mesmerized and awed

A young girl looked at her dad and signed.

“Daddy, do you believe in God?”

 

Her father paused a moment

stroked the hairs upon her head

then looked into her eyes

“I do.” He signed and said.

 

“Do you ever wonder why,” she signed 

as from her eye he saw a tear

“why God would put me into a world

in which I cannot hear”?

 

“When I think of all the sounds I’m missing…

all the music…all the songs…

I wonder…did I do something to hurt God’s feelings?

Did I do something wrong?”

 

“Oh no honey.” Her dad signed softly with his hands.

“Some things in life we just don’t know…

we may never understand.”

 

“None of us are perfect…I don’t think we’re meant to me

but you don’t have to be perfect to be beautiful to me.”

 

“When it comes to your hearing…I don’t know…

though an answer you are owed…

Perhaps it’s so you wan’t take for granted 

the other gifts you’ve been bestowed.”

 

It’s true you have no hearing…

and that problem is severe

And you will never have the chance to hear 

the beautiful things I hear…

 

“But perhaps without your hearing 

you see the world with more clarity…

And there is a beauty in your silence that I will never see.”

 

“Someday, perhaps, we’ll have our answers…

Until then by however we view beauty may we be awed..

And know every time I see you…he signed

 

I see the hand of God.”


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