Why? What a complex question. Most would answer that question with another question, “Why, what?” My response is simply, “Why everything?” Sometimes I feel like a young child who asks the same question to everything a parent says. It’s time to go to bed. Why? Because you need your sleep. Why? So you can grow up to be big and strong. Why? So you can do good in school and become what you want to be. Why? Because that is what we do in life. Why? Because that is the way life is. Why? I don’t know, child…it just is. Why? Because God has a bigger plan for us. Why? Why? Why? I am asking the same of the last question too. Why?
Why does my heart feel one thing and my intellect say another? Why are there those that are suffering while I live in comfort? Why does He allow a mother’s heart to break and not give us the power to heal? If Heaven is so wonderful, why do we have to wait? Why do I find it so difficult to surrender to Him, seek His guidance, and forgo the innate desire to control what is inevitably uncontrollable?
I realize the spiritual answer to this is free will. I understand that by eliminating free will, God would be interrupting His divine plan, but at times I can’t help but ask what is so divine about this life?
Reliance on Earthly properties inevitably leads to insurmountable heartbreak, so why would I not turn to Him in my time of sorrow rather than relying on self navigation? Why would I opt to just cry…when what I should be doing is crying out? Why is it the first thing I should seek is usually the last place I look?
Why?
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