I think my wife is fabulous . . .

Seriously. I’m married to the woman of my dreams. This lady has made me into something I could never be. I find that to be amazing. I wake many a morning, look at her and think, “Dang! How did I snooker her into thinking I’m a prize worth having?”

She has a nack for going straight to the heart of any issue, quickly, and with the innocence of a child.

Like last night.

We’d been in a class discussing the implications of creation and I’d mentioned the dinosaurs. Twice during the class she leaned over and asked me, “What about the dinosaurs; get back to them.” Each time I said we’d get back to it later.

We were no sooner in the car heading home when she asked me, “What about the dinosaurs?”

You know how when your child asks you where they came from and you go into all the detail about the birds and the bees, when all they wanted to hear was “from your mommy?” Well, I had one of those.

My wife has an interesting way of cutting me off when I’m not going where she wants me to go when I’m talking. She utilitized that skill . . . “I don’t mean all of that; did God create them? Were they real?”

She didn’t care about all the evolution stuff and the millions and billions of years that pseudo-science is so keen to sling about. She had no problem with them existing or with God making them. Her question was simple. “What about the dinosaurs?”

“If my God created them, they must have been important. Did he?”

I want my faith to be like that.

(Check out Job 40:15-24)