Dear God,
Can I wonder with you?
You fashioned my mind,
made it
pulse with curiosity,
made it
question the answers,
and yet
when I wonder I ask
not looking to know
but just wanting to journey with
another curious mind who
doesn’t have the answer.
A mind as limited as mine.
And that’s not you
is it?
Can I wonder with you?
Your answer that unchanging Yes,
but mine is No
because I don’t know how.
Kate Friederichs 
I re-read your poem, today. And, I thought of this quote by G.K. Chesterton:
“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.”
I love to think of God as a being who delights in the process; to imagine Him bringing the daisy up from the ground, each one, every time, and with excitement. It gives me hope to believe that just as He beckons me bring my burdens for rest, He also welcomes my thoughts and wondering mind for joyful communion.
Sarah Jacks
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I love that quote! Yes, of course his answer is yes. He who condescended, took on flesh. He has limited himself before to meet us where we are. “He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things?” Once done, he does it again and again.
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Sarah, I have come back to your quote twice now. It is so good! Where did he write it?
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