NdukuOutLoud

Discovering faith through wonder, kindness, and the eyes of a child.

She’s six, and lately she’s been asking me about God. I know the picture in her mind: a big white-bearded man with a booming voice, sitting on a throne somewhere above the skies. Maybe with a crown, maybe holding that thing kings carry to show they’re in charge. That’s what she’s seen in books and stories. And also because I haven’t showed her that movie where Morgan Freeman plays God.

And sometimes I want to say, I don’t know. Because the truth is, I’m still figuring it out myself. Faith, belief, wonder-they’re not things I’ve neatly packaged or solved. They’re questions I carry too. But I’m her mom. Moms are supposed to know. Adults are supposed to know. And if I don’t, where does she go?

o instead of giving her an answer, I decided to show her.

I show her the sunrise spilling gold across the sky. I remind her to look at the moon and the way it lights our walks. I show her kindness-the stranger who becomes a friend, the people who love without judgment. She already knows my family and friends, but I want her to see that goodness exists beyond the circle she was born into.

Yes, I know there are bad people out there. I can’t shield her forever, and one day she’ll learn that the world holds both light and shadow. But for now, I want her first introduction to be of the good ones-the people who love freely, who don’t judge, who remind us that kindness is possible. I want her to see that goodness is real before she learns how complicated the world can be.

I take her places. I show her mountains, oceans, waterfalls. I let her hear birdsong and watch fish dart through water. I want her to experience wonder-the kind that can’t be explained, the kind that leaves you speechless.

Because maybe that’s where God is. Not just on a throne, not just in a church, but in the beauty that surrounds us, and in the love we share.

I will show her. Again and again. The sunsets. The kindness. The oceans. The people who love. And I hope that’s enough. Because maybe parenting isn’t about having all the answers-it’s about walking beside them, showing them the beauty you see, and trusting that wonder will do the rest.