Why, God?
Why have the last few months of American history been a seemingly nonstop telling of bloodshed and brokenness?
Why, God?
Why do I seem to hurt only those whom I love most?
Why, God?
Why have I lived a life of abundance when millions lack the most basic of needs?
Why, God?
Why do I never seem to ever get it right?
Why, God?
Why do you bless me when I continue to slap you in the face with the way I live my life?
Why, God?
Why do some of my most important questions go unanswered?
Why, God?
Why do I feel like you're not filling my words when I talk to them?
Why, God?
Why am I so anemic in my faith?
Why, God?
Why did you create me with the very gifts that could easily lead to my destruction?
Why, God?
Why can't I come closer?
We serve a God Who isn't afraid of questions. Who isn't afraid of doubts. Who doesn't tremble at the idea that you might not trust Him very much at the moment. The only thing with these questions though, is that they should lead us to God, and not away from Him. They should lead us to pursue Him, not wallow in fear-filled doubt.
Sometimes, our "Why's?" won't be answered. Sometimes, He just gives us His presence instead of His textbook. And that's fine by me.
Turns out His presence is better than His answers.
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