At first Hubby and I enjoyed answering all the Crusader’s “why” questions. But by the time Songbird hatched we were firmly ensconced in the “because I said so” camp. Really, who has time to explain why you need to get out the way of a speeding car? And so we lived happily ever after…until M&M broke our ranks. He just doesn’t seem to be a “because I said so” kind of kid, especially when it comes to eating. Hubby and I resort to all manner of negotiation, discussion, and trickery. He’s been a “lion catching the gazelle running by on his spoon” and a “big boy who can eat like Think Tank.” He’ll probably never learn to count properly because those “five more bites” go something like this: “1…2…2…3…3…3…4…4…Wait, was that 2? Ok, 3…3…4….” I have my own big-girl struggles; I just want to go my own sinful way and whine, say “no,” and ask “why.” But then I must remind myself that God is a “because I said so” kind of God. He spoke and there was light; He is the living Word; and surely He will have the last say over our great enemy, death. Hubby and I need to model and follow Christ’s authority so our little people see Him working in us and us working for Him. Enough said. “It is the Spirit who gives life; the flesh profits nothing. The words that I speak to you are spirit, and they are life.” John 6:63
Because He Says So
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