Why?

Isaiah 55:8, 9

I have not been inspired to write lately. In fact, this is my first post in a week. I’ve never gone a week without having something to say. Or several somethings. It’s not due to lack of things to write about. There are plenty. But although I’m buried in thought, the words have just not been there for me. My daughter, Charlie, told me I need to try. So here I am. My Sunday blog.

A certain man suddenly passed away this week and it made me question why. He was just shy of his 64th birthday and so full of life and energy. He and his wife have dealt with heartache and struggles together over many years. But he was a stronghold. As a Christian man, he was an inspiration to many, including my son. And when I see the horribleness of so many, I wonder why such a good man was taken. Not that I wish death on anyone. I just wonder why.

I think about many things. And lately, I’ve had more time to spend on thinking. Which is good though because today’s world offers a new list of things to ponder daily. I often envision God above looking down at us with the view that we see from an airplane. Only He sees and hears everything, and all at once. He knows the conversations in the cars traveling down the country roads, as well as kitchen conversations, and those conversations in a mechanic’s garage. What do our thoughts and conversations look like to God? How does our wisdom appear to Him?

We watch children interact with one another and they speak with such sureness as they play. Their level of sureness equals their level of knowledge. So we view them as children because of their lack of knowledge.

What about us?

We are adults but doesn’t God view us as children? How does our level of sureness measure with our level of knowledge? When I try to figure things out, such as the reason behind a tragic death, I fall short. As much as I’d like to think I’m wise enough to have correct answers often, I do not. My thoughts do not compare to God’s because His wisdom is far superior to mine. Just as mine is greater than a child’s.

So when we cannot understand why this happened or that, I believe we can rest assured that God has a reason, and the answers we seek may, or may not, reveal themselves at another time. We need to be okay with unanswered questions and find peace that some things happen for His purpose and not for our understanding. And while we might be upset and even angry, God says in Romans 8:28, “we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.”

We need to trust God even when things don’t make any sense to us at all. Just as a child trusts his parents during difficult times. We use the knowledge we have to reassure, and where we lack in knowledge, we trust in God.

For God says:

For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways, declares the LORD.

For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.

Isaiah 55:8,9 ESV

Thank you for stopping by today. My Sunday blog is now posted because of gentle encouragement from my daughter.

Always be grateful.♥️

Andi

Photos: blooms picked for me, gifts from my youngest daughter

4 thoughts on “Why?

    1. So much we don’t understand in life. I struggle with that daily as I want answers. Answers for closure. Answers for peace. God just may have a greater purpose that we cannot see or understand. That’s where faith and trust come into play. I hope this settles your mind some so you can make peace with whatever is causing you grief. 💕

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