I have a list. A list of questions that I plan to ask God as soon as I get to heaven. It’s not a real long list, but it has some of the most important questions in my heart:
- Why do bad things happen to good people?
- Why did my dad's dad have to die before he was even 50?
- Why did God send me to grad school when He knew good and well that I am soooooo sick of school?
- Why didn’t my relationship work?
- Why do some friendships fail?
- Why is there divorce in this world?
- Why do people say things they know they don't mean?
- Why do people have strokes?
- Why must humans feel pain?
- Why do some people not have a conscience?
- Why are looks so important?
- Why doesn't money grow on trees?
- Why did I lose my job right after I realized how much I loved it?
- Why did He create anger?
- Why do people love me when I know that I don't deserve it?
These are the hard questions of life. Or at least of my life.
Don’t ask me to ponder why the sky is blue or why birds sing or if zebras are white with black stripes or black with white stripes. We can figure out those things (some of us can recall our biology classes, the rest of us can look it up on Google), and they don’t impact my heart anyway.
But these things that don’t make sense, that don’t fit into a box, that don’t stay resolved – these are the things I long to ask God. Until then, though, I’m thankful that God has the answers. Even if I don’t.
No, especially if I don’t.
Because when it comes down to it, I don’t have to understand or even like the way things are. But I believe that God has an answer. And part of me is glad that my God is so big that no one can know His thoughts but Him.
I'm thankful to love, serve and know a God big enough for my stupid questions... and His perfect answers.
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