Omniscient Grace

Sometimes we learn amazing lessons

about God from our children. Unconditional love. Instant forgiveness. Pure joy.

But sometimes God uses our own words to our children to teach us.

We have a baby monitor to hear our kids at night. All three of our boys share a room and it lets us hear the fights and the early morning wake-ups lest Case wander outside, opening the garage and front doors, as he’s wont to do.

As I prepared to turn out the light tonight, I could hear the whispering brewing in the air, even as I had just called for no more talking. I reminded them that I had a monitor and I could hear everything that is said. Although I don’t run upstairs for every whisper and sound, I’m always trying to find that balance between not sweating the small stuff and requiring obedience.

Then I said, “Just because sometimes I choose to give grace doesn’t mean I don’t always know what’s going on.”

Then I promptly walked downstairs and chewed on that statement for a long while.

Sometimes we wonder why God doesn’t punish others even though we think He should. Or sometimes we wonder why those mired in evil continue to flourish beyond our imagination.

Or on the flipside, we somehow think that God has missed some goodness or badness in our lives, resulting in this punishment or that blessing.

Just because He sometimes chooses to give grace doesn’t mean He doesn’t always know what’s going on.

We may not always understand Him, but I’ll save that for heaven. As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts. Isaiah 55:9.

I’m sure thankful for the grace.