"why Dod do dat?"

Today we celebrated Ben's birthday! It was a great day and Ben was on CLOUD NINE! On our drive up to the party, we had a interesting conversation with our middle child! Our teeny tiny three year old, with a bright mind that takes us by surprise often! From her bright pink car seat behind me in the van, her little voice said "why Ben dopted when hims a yittle baby?" Yep, right then I knew that our conversations about adoption are starting to sink in with her and she is putting things together in her mind. I said "cause God knew that mama and daddy needed a special boy and He gave us Ben". She said "and Dod dave you a yittle sister and a new baby?" she was talking about herself, (we call her sissy, or little sister) and Ruth, is our "new baby". I said "yeah, God gave mama and daddy sissy and Ruthie." She paused for a couple of moments and said "why Dod do dat?" I repeated that God knew we needed the kids and that He sent them to us and that we are a family. But it did not satisfy her "but why Dod do dat?" It was clear that she is starting to understand and starting to try to figure things out. She switched to another topic, but in my mind I kept hearing her little voice ask the question "why Dod do dat?" And I do not have the answer. Why did God bless me with three wonderful, beautiful, precious souls. Not because I am worthy of it FOR SURE. I will never understand how I came to be so blessed with these little ones, but as I sat there in the van, listening to the talking and singing from my kids, all I could think was "THANK YOU DOD FOR DOING DAT!"