~Questions~

The other day, we were in the car, and my little sister, Anna, was talking at a hundred miles an hour... as usual. At five, she does this quite often. At one point, however, she said something that caught all of our attention.
"Mom, what would happen if you cooked a lizard?"
We couldn't figure out where she'd come up with it! She hadn't been talking about lizards or cooking before that, and honestly, what five-year-old little girl cares about fried reptiles???
Anna apparently.
This isn't a first in our family. All of us, at one time or another, hit an age where we were constantly asking questions. Some made sense, others less so. They ranged from the average, "Mom, why is the sky blue?" to the deeper, "Dad, why do I do bad things?"
And, of course, Mark is infamous for asking, "Hey Rachel, if we set a bunch of lemonade out, and it evaporated, would it rain lemonade?"
Talk about feeling dumb compared to your, at the time, four-year-old brother.
We ask questions. Sometimes I wonder if there isn't an entire section of the human brain dedicated to generating questions. If there was, it certainly develops at a surprisingly early age. Anyone with children or younger siblings can attest to the stage of development that comes at around age three that consists of a constant barrage of questions.
"Mom, why is grass green?" "Dad, what is photosynthesis?" "Mom, why can't I read Pony Pals all my life instead of hard books?" (Yes, I really did ask that one...) "Dad, how do computers work?"
Then suddenly comes the day when we find out that our parents don't know everything. They aren't walking encyclopedias, unlimited wells of knowledge. They are still smarter, and more knowledgeable than me, of course, probably always will be, but at one point, we finally realize that they don't know everything.
Unfortunately for us, however, the question-generating part of our brain doesn't stop working when we hit the wall of our parents saying, "I don't know." We still have questions. Questions that need answers.
So who do we ask?
"Amazing Grace" is one of my favorite movies. There is one scene, in which Wilberforce comes to his former pastor, John Newton, with a question I found to be very thought provoking.

William walks up to Newton slowly and says, "I've come to you for advice."
Newton continues mopping. "When you were a child you used to ask God for advice."
William nods. "Then I grew up and... grew foolish."

Maybe it's time for us to learn how to ask God questions. He is omniscient, He is an unending well of understanding, He knows everything.
God created us to wonder. Asking questions is a habit we should never grow out of.
Why did God create us to ask questions, rather than giving us unlimited knowledge?
Good question. Go ask.