When we bring our children before the magnificent, mysterious world God has made, when we allow them to answer their own questions with more questions, it sparks something sacred in their heart.

She stared at the door, waiting for my return. I peered at her from my cool, air-conditioned kitchen, waiting for her response.

“How can we know what God is like?” I asked my son. His answer left me stunned.

“Why don’t you like talking about God?” I braced myself for her answer… and a Christian parent’s worst nightmare.

There was no way to know back then that two decades later I would be on a similar hunt, this time with a newborn baby strapped on my chest, and three boys bounding ahead.

As I soaked in the moment, I realized there was even more to gain from this. I was meeting my daughter for what felt like the first time.