More Than Just Questions

"Bakit parang wala na akong maitanong?" I asked someone last night.
It's weird, because that's a question in itself.


Listened to Chris Rice this evening.

God if You’re there I wish You’d show me
And God if You care then I need You to know me
I hope You don’t mind me askin’ the questions
But I figure You’re big enough
I figure You’re big enough



Yes, He is big enough. He is sufficient. And He holds all the answers to my questions.
He may not have answered all of them yet. But I'm sure He will if He wants to. And I'm sure He can.
And when I find that I can't ask any more questions, maybe it just means that I'm satisfied with what has been explained to me. I have to thank God for this satisfaction and for this understanding.




When I imagine the size of the universe
And I wonder what’s out past the edges
Then I discover inside me a space as big
And believe that I’m meant to be
Filled up with more than just questions