Why him? Why us?
Why God?
And the "whys" often lead to even harder questions: Why didn't I know he had cancer? Why couldn't I see the signs? Why didn't we take him to a different doctor? Why couldn't I protect him? Why couldn't he be healed of a cancer that is supposedly so curable?
Why God? Why? Why? Why?
Why us? Why HIM? Why?
I know it doesn't do any good to ask the questions. And yet . . . the questions haunt.
But even tho I'll never know the answers to my questions, I do know--
MY REDEEMER LIVES:
3 comments:
I just went through all your blog posts from 2007 and read, and read, and read. Thanks for sharing your life. Our Redeemer DOES live!
Everytime you post about your Joe, I think of mine and how I would not be able to function very well without him. I admire you so much for being able to trust God like you have. It can't be easy, but your faith is walking you through each day without him.
I think "Why?" is a very good question. I would be asking it too. God made us humans and gave us the ability of asking questions. It just may never be a question that we can have answered on this side of life.
Loving you in California!
YOU ARE MY HERO, I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU DO IT!
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