My wife, Susan, and I were like a couple of three-year-olds armed with a raging curiosity, a healthy dose of confusion, unhindered persistence, and the word “why”. As everyone does from time to time, we were in a wrestling match between our imagined reality and the truth, talking through some pretty curious emotions and what to do next. We had a lot of questions, wanted a few answers, and much to our chagrin, God decided that this section of the syllabus would be covering patience and faith. I was ready for recess.