Who Made God?

Grace has thought about God and all things relating to God since she was old enough to talk. The first memory I have of her challenging me in this area was right after she turned two years old. I think I was still pregnant with Lyla. I was putting her to bed and Eric wasn't home. She started asking me about the devil. She wanted to know where he lives, what he does, can he see us, can we see him, why not, is he going to get her, and on and on and on. Remember, she was barely two years old! Most child rearing books/experts will tell you to answer a young child's question with simple answers. They say not to elaborate, just answer what they ask for and that will satisfy them until they're older and can understand more. Well, not with Grace. I usually try to do this but it just leads to another question. That is what happened on that night 3 years ago. She was not satisfied with any answer that I could come up with. Everything led to another question. After a very, very long time of going back and forth with her I finally got the phone and called my dad. She needed someone else to tell her. He finally got her to accept our answers enough that she could go to bed. That was just a taste of what was to come with Grace!

She is still that way and even more so. Her favorite time to talk about deep subjects is at bedtime and in the car. I guess that is when she's still and has nothing else to do but talk and talk and talk and talk......

Well, the reason for this post is because I wanted to record one short conversation with Grace that occured about a week ago. We were in the car and only about 2 minutes from preschool. Here is what came from the backseat...
G: Who made God?
Me: No one, He's always been there.
G: No, but who made HIM?
Me: No one. God made everything and He has always been there.
G: But, how was He made?
Me: The Bible tells us that He has always been there. I know it's hard to understand. I don't really understand but we believe it b/c the Bible says it's true. That's called having faith.
G: Well, why doesn't He come down here?
Me: I don't know. I guess He doesn't want to or need to. (I know I'm lacking in my scholarly knowledge)
G: What does God look like?
Me: We don't know, the Bible doesn't tell us exactly.
G: You know what I think He looks like?
Me: No, what?
G: I've always thought of God as looking like Ariel's dad.
Me: Who????
G: Ariel! You know, from Little Mermaid?
Me: Ohhhhh, King Triton?
G: Yes. I think He has a sword thing with 3 points but it's not a sword to hurt people. It's just for power and it glows. I think that's what God looks like.
Me: That's a good image to think of.

Thankfully at that point we pulled into a parking spot at preschool! I wish I had written down all of the similar conversations she has had with me in the past. Her favorite subjects to ponder are heaven, dying and going to heaven, God, and the devil. She is constantly thinking! (and talking!)