There’s so many things I don’t understand, so I’m writing You hoping You can swoop down and take care of things, at least the questions.
Like, why do kids starve in parts of the world? And why was a child somewhere, probably a lot close than we want to think, abused beyond measure by someone who is supposed to care and love them?
And God, why do you let evil people kill in the name of false gods? And why does it rain like crazy one year, then a drought the next….wouldn’t it be better to just even it out?
Why do people have to die in car wrecks, and why are old people often forgotten in nursing homes when they have the greatest experiences and wisdom of all?
And God, just why did you give people an appendix?
How do we get lonely on a planet with 7.8 billion people on it? Why do we forget to say hello, thank you and excuse me to both You, and others?
And how do I maintain the good pride, God, the one that spurs on hard work, quality and self confidence, yet keep it from turning into the bad pride, the one that is stubborn, arrogant and self-righteousness?
And why does rain fall on the just and unjust? That doesn’t seem fair. Shouldn’t bad things happen to bad people, and good things to good? But then again, who is truly good?
And why are trust and hope so fragile, yet anger and bitterness so strong?
I’ve got so many questions God, like why do we breathe, eat and go to the restroom? You didn’t have to make us like that.
And how can the shrill of a crying baby be so unsettling, yet a baby sleeping in the arms be so peaceful?
I don’t get it.
I do know, God, that you’re watching over the world, and I know Jesus is preparing a place in heaven for His followers.
But sometimes God, and maybe I’m really off base here, but sometimes I wonder why things right now can’t be like heaven then, you know?
Many proclaim motivational lines, theological explanations and Sunday School answers. But what about when we feel the burn where the rubber meets the road?
One day I’ll be able to ask You all of it. You’ll patiently explain what I can’t see or understand right now, but still, sometimes down here I feel completely in the dark.
I guess if You explained it all I still wouldn’t get it. It be like having an adult conversation with an unborn baby.
How do you explain to an unborn baby what’s outside the dark, warm, safe womb he’s in now. That’s all he knows. A baby in the womb could only understand a measure of what’s outside based on the experiences and knowledge he’s had.
Try as you may, you couldn’t show an unborn child what the color orange looks like. You can’t fully explain how beach sand feels between the toes, or what a strawberry tastes like.
You’d never get across how money works, or why one day he’ll hurt and bleed when he pulls his first tooth.
I know God that You’ve explained what we can understood while in the darkness here on earth, but I don’t get most of it, hardly a smidgen, not based on my experiences and knowledge from this world.
I’m sorry to bother you God, but one of my baby teeth is hurting. I was hoping you could tell me why.
I’d like to understand, God. I really would.
Look forward seeing You one day when I leave the womb of this earth.