Why? Everyone had faced something in their life that has made them ask this. Why, has to be the most asked question. I only have this. My faith. I don’t think we are meant to know the answer sometimes. At least not until we meet our maker. That’s when all will be revealed. He has a plan. For each of us.

Until that day comes, we will continue to ask, why?

13 thoughts on “Why?”

  1. Reblogged this on Notes and commented:
    The very fact I reblogged this post speaks volumes about me interested in the answers like everyone else. Except that my brain does not agree with my heart. My heart asks all those “why” questions, yet my brain rubbishes them so easily and readily. Age-old war between our hearts and brains, I suppose.

      1. Despite clearly knowing the pitfalls of choosing what my heart wants over what my head says, I have (unfortunately) always preferred my heart over my mind. This will probably change when I grow old. But for now (for the sake of this stupid young age), let’s have fun wearing our hearts on wrists πŸ™‚

      2. Oops.. I think I quoted a wrong English sentence. English is not my first language. So what I wanted to say was that let’s fall for our hearts as long as we can since brain will ultimately take over all of our sense in our old age. Phew! πŸ™‚

  2. Let’s be honest, a good deal of the time the “why” is really a ‘I made a poor decision’ that we don’t want to face or acknowledge also. Not always, but sometimes.

    Beyond that, you’re right. Sometimes we don’t know the answers, at least not right away. We have to have faith it’s for the best though. I can give a personal example in my life. I looked up the high school crush I never got together with (despite alot of hope and prayer) and the result was I got my heart ripped out far worse than my first marriage.

    Some of God’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers. – Garth Brooks. πŸ˜‰

    1. Very true!! Many cases are due to poor choices. I do believe God spares us but we just cannot see it. Then there are those times when there are no answers. Some things are difficult to accept. Loss is one. Illness another. In those times, I pray more than ever.

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