Page 60 of Sing with Me

Elis didn’t respond.

“I can say that it hasn’t seen as much as my God has,” Skye continued. “My God has seen everything since before time began.”

“Is that possible?” Elisa asked.

A breakthrough.

“Yes. God has always existed. That’s what the Bible says.”

“You believe everything the Bible says?”

“It is the Word of God. In my darkest hour of need, God comforted me beyond anything anyone in this world could.” Skye sat up, and brushed off the pieces of grass and dead leaves that had stuck to her. “When my mom and dad died, I didn’t understand why God would let them drive their car in front of an oncoming train.”

Elisa flinched. “Eeek.”

“I know, right. My parents were drunk.”

“Does that mean they weren’t aware of what they were doing?”

Skye drew a deep breath, holding back her tears. “They were impaired. Their judgement, their thoughts, their response time. They were not at full capacity when they tried to drive home drunk.”

“That sounds very bad.”

“That’s why my brother and I do not drink alcohol, even though we’re chefs and we own restaurants where people do drink.”

“Makes sense.” Elisa thought for a moment. “Why do you allow them to drink?”

“In the restaurants?”

“Yeah. You could say no drinking here. Like they do for smoking. You know, no smoking.”

“Because of free will. It’s a free society in which we live, and people are free to do what they want, including drinking themselves to death.”

“That sounds bad.”

Skye nodded. “For years after my parents died in that fiery wreck, I asked why God would allow them to sin and mess up their lives and ours--my brother’s and mine—when He could have stopped it. If God is all powerful, why didn’t He stop the train from running over my mom and dad?”

“It’s kinda hard to stop when it’s going so fast,” Elisa asked.

“But I still asked for years.”

“Did God answer your question?”

“As a matter of fact, He did. However, it took years for me to be ready to hear the answers.” Skye remembered that morning in April at least ten years later when the answer had come to her.

“I have my own questions too,” Elisa said. “Do you think God will answer me?”

“Yes.” Skye was certain of it. “What are your questions? God is listening right now.”

“Really?”

Skye nodded. “He’s always listening. He’s God.”

“Why didn’t God stop Mom from driving over the cliff?” Elisa asked. “If there is a God, why didn’t He save her?”

“Those are very good questions. Difficult questions.”

“Not too difficult for your God, are they?”

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