Some questions just have to wait

When I was a little girl, I used to ask my mom all of my questions. "Where is Heaven?" "What does *#%&@ mean?" I know there were times she must have been taken aback, but I remember how she answered each of my questions honestly, never acting as though she was exasperated with me. I remember one conversation in particular. I had asked her about how God got to Heaven. It went like this:
"But, Mom, WHEN did He get there? Because if you ARE somewhere, you have to get there sometime. I can't be at home forever--I had to be born first, THEN go home..."
"Amy, if you create time, you are in charge of when time began. God was there before time began."
"But who created God?"
"He isn't CREATED, he did the creating."
"But He had to come from something."
Then Mom told me the line that I have heard countless times since, never with total satisfaction: "This is all the Bible tells us. The rest, you just have to accept with faith. It is so because God tells us so, and that's how we know it's true." Hmm...code for "I don't know,"is what I thought at the time.

There have been so many other questions in my life since those early discussions. Some of those I have gone to Papaw with, other times Neeny was my voice of wisdom, while mostly now I hit my husband up with them.

I'm realizing now, though, that many of my questions will have to wait until God Himself can answer them. And I'm finding myself wondering what kind of a teacher He will be. Will He address the visual learner, and show us the aerial view of Earth--like when Meg Murray, Calvin and little Charles go through the tesseract in A Wrinkle in Time and they see the Black Thing, that is Evil, with its cloud that covers the Earth? Maybe He'll point to the Evil, and say, "That's why."

Or will God say at that time, "Look, I've answered this 3.9 million times today already. Because I said so, OK?" as I'm tempted to do sometimes when I've explained why you put the decimal in that spot for the gazillionth time...

Or maybe, just maybe, He'll be the kind of teacher that I have so appreciated in my parents and grandparents, who will just talk to me patiently, giving me the answers I search for a little at a time, wiping my tears and waiting for me to process before adding more...

I know He doesn't have to do any of that. He is the Creator, and I'm just the clay pot. But somehow, I just know He will. I'm looking forward to that.

For now we see through a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I shall know even as I am known. ~1 Corinthians 13:12