The other day we were looking for something in Ramona's room. I can't even remember what it was, but I remember feeling quite frustrated because, "It was right here a minute ago!"
As we searched and my frustration mounted, Ramona had this little gem to contribute to the moment:
"Well, Mommy," she said, "sometimes God just has to confinscate something."
I stopped and looked at her. "You're right," I said, laughing. "Sometimes He does. And sometimes we have no idea why. But He always has His reasons, doesn't He?"
"Yes," she said, as she calmly returned to the hunt for the missing thing.
And so, today's takeaway thought is that:
Whether it makes sense or seems absurd, God always has His reasons when He chooses to confiscate something.
Whether you can pronounce it or not.