There are many times in our lives when we just don’t understand why things happen.
If we have faith, we must believe that all things happen for a reason and there is only One who knows the answer to our question, “Why?”
In our impatience, we want the answer right now. Sometimes we can even become angry with God because He should have stopped the event from happening. After all, if we believe He is the One who is in control, and we believe He is a God of mercy, why would He let such a thing happen to someone we love?
You could question God as to why a child would ever be stillborn? What wrong could they possibly have done to anyone or anything to deserved such an untimely death? Or, the teenager whose life came to an end all to soon due to an accident? The dear elderly neighbor who was never anything but kind to anyone she or he ever came in contact with?
It’s impossible without faith to believe that these life-shaking events could ever be allowed by our God. But, our God, yours and mine, allows life to happen.
As a teenager, I had a pastor whom I greatly respected and still do to this day. If it wasn’t for Pastor Sigel’s love for our congregation and the youth of it, my faith may not have had the strong building blocks it needed to be tested over and over again as “life” continued.
There have been many times in my life as well as yours where God has tested our faith. Did your faith stand the test? Did you ever feel like you just couldn’t take another step or breathe another breath because it was just too difficult to go on?
I remember feeling that exact way when I lost my dad very suddenly and unexpectedly. For a while there was just a sad emptiness I never thought would ever go away. Then anger. “How could you not take care of yourself Dad!” “God, how could you take him away? I wasn’t done with him, I still need him!”
It was all part of what they called the grieving process and each one of us must go through it at our own pace. Today, after four years, I still miss him terribly but now when I think of Dad, I just smile. I know he is closer to me and I can talk to him anytime or anywhere I want.
Faith kicked in and God carried me through some of the darkest days I had experienced. I let my faith take over so I could continue functioning without the weight of sorrow every day.
One day I will know why God needed Dad more than I did then. It will probably be when I get to see him again, face to face in Heaven.
Page 2 of 2 - Thought for the week: It’s where we go and what we do when we get there that tells us where we are. – Joyce Oates.