Do You Believe In God

As they watched a field of flowers gently swaying in the breeze sitting mesmerized and awed A young girl looked at her dad and signed. “Daddy, do you believe in God?” Her father paused a moment stroked the hairs upon her head then looked into her eyes “I do.” He signed and said. “Do you ever wonder why,” she signed as from her eye he saw a tear “why God would put me into a world in which I cannot hear”? “When I think of all the sounds I’m missing… all the music…all the songs… I wonder…did I do something to hurt God’s feelings? Did I do something wrong?” “Oh no honey.” Her dad signed softly with his hands. “Some things in life we just don’t know… we may never understand.” “None of us are perfect…I don’t think we’re meant to me but you don’t have to be perfect to be beautiful to me.” “When it comes to your hearing…I don’t know… though an answer you are owed… Perhaps it’s so you wan’t take for granted the other gifts you’ve been bestowed.” It’s true you have no hearing… and that problem is severe And you will never have the chance to hear the beautiful things I hear… “But perhaps without your hearing you see the world with more clarity… And there is a beauty in your silence that I will never see.” “Someday, perhaps, we’ll have our answers… Until then by however we view beauty may we be awed.. And know every time I see you…he signed I see the hand of God.”