Yaa-Yaa where are you? My 4-year-old grandson Parker (he calls me Yaa-Yaa) asked me this question while we Face Timed last week. He wanted to know why I wasn’t with him in person, in the flesh, instead of talking on the phone.
Yaa-Yaa where are you? Parker asked me with all the sweetness of a little child; my heart melted again. “I am in New Jersey, and I am coming to see you” was my response.
Parker’s question lingered with me long after I hung up the phone. “Yaa-Yaa where are you?”
My simplistic answer to Parker had to do with my geographical location and little did Parker know that his question was/is my question is so many other ways. Betty, (Yaa-Yaa) where are you? Intellectually, theologically, mentally, spiritually, emotionally, sexually, financially, relationally, physically?
I know that I live in New Jersey, I know that I am in a new season in my life. I know that I love strawberry Twizzlers. And there are days when I am still trying to figure out where I am in all the other arenas of my life.
I muse about how God asked Adam this question in the Garden of Eden. “Adam, where are you?” Adam answered that he had hidden himself because he was naked and afraid. I believe that God already knew where Adam was. God asked Adam the question to see if Adam KNEW where he was.
As I embark on this new journey of discovering, where I am, I don’t want to hide nor be ashamed of where I may find myself. I want to strive every day to live life with contagious joy, unending curiosity and a surefootedness that comes from my relationship with God.
Thanks to 4-year- old Parker, for asking me a simple and not so simple question. I’m on a lifelong search for the answers.
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