Matthew 19:13-15, Then people brought little children to Jesus for him to place his hands on them and pray for them. But the disciples rebuked them.

Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” When he had placed his hands on them, he went on from there.

In frustration I laid my head upon the worn pillow. There rarely exist a lengthy span of time where I do not hear my name called out in curiosity; in desperate need. Frustration appears to be my constant companion these last few days.

Every time I have asked my eldest child to complete a task, I am rebutted with questions. Most often questions that have no relevancy to the task asked. I think to myself, “Why child must you question me? Why can you not just do as you’ve been asked?”

And in my wayward ramblings I have most certainly heard my Heavenly Father and witnessed the burning bush in my sight line. Perhaps I had just taken a prideful stance staring at the bush but not committing to answer nor acknowledge its presence.

That does not change the fact that the bush is there. My ignorance does not change who God is. And I am sure sometimes The Lord must look upon me while sighing to Himself the same exasperated questions:

Why Beloved must you question me? Why can you not just do as you’ve been asked?

But His voice is much more gentle than mine. And His mercy for my tirade of questions far surpasses my own measures of mercy.

I am most certain we have all been in this place before. Here we are, standing in the in-between again. We raise our hands in praise to His majesty, yet allow our spirits to sink and settle within the murky waters of all that is daily life. Our emotions are fleeting like the sun’s warmth on a cold winters day. We question and question and question some more.

Isn’t it peculiar how we allow frustration to overcome our ability to maintain some semblance of control when our children lament us with question after question- because that’s what children do- yet Jesus Himself commands us to come to Him like a child?

He expects the questions. He expects the deep-seeded need to reason it out and grasp some sort of understanding in all that afflicts us. As a mother, I expect the questions. I expect the deep-seeded need for my child to reason it out and grasp some sort of understanding for all that afflicts them.

But here lies the difference: reasoning something out- grasping for hope– and challenging authority are two very different things.

The story of the children who fled to the feet of Jesus in Matthew 19, came before Him in awe, curiosity, and wonder because He was going to place His hands upon them to pray for them and bestow upon them blessing. In light of this truth, I see the children flocking to His presence like a moth to a flame. I do not see little children running before Jesus shouting demands and miracles. And if you watch a child this very day come to God, you will see what I seeing in this burning bush of mine. Children run to Jesus because He is Jesus Christ. Nothing more. No demands, no question of authority, no expectation. They honour and worship Him with their whole selves simply because He. Is. God.

And who can question that?

Our children pepper us with questions and rebuttal our commands for they know that we have the answers and they want the answers. We pepper The Lord with questions and rebuttal His commands for we know that He has the answers. And we want the answers. Perhaps our frustrations are nothing but mere symptoms of the know-it-all disease. How we present our questions before the throne of God must come from the curiosity of child, not as a challenge to His authority.

And for those of us who suffer from know-it-all disease, know this: it’s not about us.

Challenging authority is only productive in putting us in the corner to cool off for awhile. When a parent removes their presence from their wayward child, does that child’s heart not ache for the comforts of their parent? Do they not ache for the presence of their authority?

And you and me, us know-it-all disease sufferers, we’re hope-chasers. Like a pot of gold and the end of a rainbow, we chase hope to find the treasures of heaven. But who can hope for what they see? Who hopes for answers they already have? No one. We chase hope in order to satisfy the aches within our soul. The heart is full of the Father, but the war for our soul is forever raging, and the aches exist because God simply isn’t done creating His masterpiece yet.

And we must also know this: if we submit our souls unto The Father, we can experience the moth to a flame kind of freedom like a wee bitty child.

Father, thank you for your patience and mercy in all that afflicts us. You are the great healer Jesus, the One who can weed out the rotten pieces of our soul and heal us from all our disease. Amen.

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