Sometimes, we just don’t have the answers; however, I know a God who does, and sometimes, He just holds me through all the questions, doubts and pain. He reminds me that I am His, and He is still God. ❤
Why do mothers get cancer?
Why do fathers die tragically?
Why do friends hate and kill?
Why do the innocent suffer?
Sometimes, my heart asks the hard questions, the kind of questions that don’t have easy answers to find. Sometimes, my mind scrambles to understand why evil can be so prevalent in a world in which God made and in people whom God created. Sometimes, life just seems unfair, unruly and undesirable.
Often, I wonder why innocent children are taught to carry guns and strap bombs on themselves to kill people of another religion and race. Often, I wonder why this one is healed of sickness and disease and another says goodbye. Often, I wonder why one family can be so blessed and another can be left so desolate.
In all of this questioning, I have found some answers to be true…
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