My early morning was colored in varying shades of blue. Thoughts about where God was in all of this loss were tumbling through my mind as I shook out the sheets on my bed. I had just tucked in the corners when Ava walked in holding with a handful of pink and announced, “Mama, I need you to help me put my underwear on.” “In a minute, honey,” I replied pulling the comforter up to the top of the bed. Which prompted the standard and relentless series of “why?” I explained that I was making my bed and would be happy to help her dress after I had finished. Still unsatisfied, she asked again, “Why can’t you help me?”
“I will help you when I’m done. I can’t do two things at the same time.”
“Cause you can’t do everything?”
“Right”
“God can. God can do everything.”

I looked up from the pillowcase I was stuffing and replied, “That’s right, Ava. God can do everything.” “And He’s everywhere,” she continued. “He’s right here next to me. He can help me put my underwear on. God can. God can help me.” With this new revelation she sat right down and proceeded to get dressed with the Lord’s merciful assistance, and then continued expounding all his mercies to us. “He’s helping you make the bed. And he helps Daddy drive the car to work. And He helps Mama drive too. He helps us do everything!”

I sat down on my bed and looked up at my daughter whose face shone with the sweet knowledge that God took care of her every need. “He helps me color. And He helps us get better. He helps your tummy get better too! He’s everywhere!” she exclaimed throwing her arms up into the air. “And He’s in my heart. Right, Mama?” Oh sweet girl, to have such faith and oh sweet Lord, to answer even unspoken requests.

She returned my smiles as she pivoted and skipped out of my room singing, “God is a nice God. God is a nice God. God is a nice God.”