It’s normal to ask why when we’re facing pain.
Why did my friend die in the car accident and the drunk driver lived? Why didn’t my father love me? Why did my child get leukemia? Why did I lose my job? I think what causes us to question is we compare ourselves with others. There’s nothing more discouraging than to work really hard at something, only to have it end in disappointment, failure, or heartache.
I’ve asked why many times – only to have it exhaust me. Most of the time there are no answers and we have to find resolve in that. I’ve often found myself saying, “it is what it is” and the practicality of that statement somehow made me feel better. Since I have found peace in trusting God, I am able to say it and accept it.
Ask why. But don’t keep asking when you know there is not an answer. It will destroy you. Life has plenty of sadness but it also has plenty of happiness. Think about those good things that happened and you don’t know why!
4 thoughts on “questioning.”
Asking the hard questions in life is a part of finding our place in the world.
It sucks that sometimes the answers sometimes don’t give the comfort we might like them to give.
I am trying to read all the A to Z blogs, but coming back to the ones I really like.
Looking forward to seeing what you do all month!
The Other Side
The Freedom of Nonbelief
Hey Tim, thanks for stopping in and reading! I checked out yours briefly and will do so again and leave a comment.
It is hard not to ask those questions when bad things happen. You are right about not dwelling on the questions we can’t answer.
I think we can ask them – sometimes we get answers. Thanks for your comment, Terri. : )
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