I’ve spent a lot of my life asking questions. Not always out loud. I want to know the “why” behind things. What is the reasoning? What is the point?
How come? Why not? Are you sure? Does this make sense? Is this right? What do you think?
I still wrestle with the “why” questions of life.
This past year, in the Grief Share group that I facilitate with my husband, one lady (that speaks on the DVD) talked about the fact that she is directionally challenged, can’t program her own VCR, and doesn’t know how to change the oil in her car… and yet she expects to understand the why of her husband’s death? She went on to say that if she, who had difficulty with day to day chores, could understand God and how He thinks, wouldn’t that make God small? Wouldn’t that be putting the God of the universe in a neat, little, understandable box? We as humans with finite minds will never be able to completely understand an infinite God.
To hear her speak was humbling…
because, so many times that is me.
I was reminded… once again…
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the LORD.
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 NIV
And I am humbled.
- A Perfect Plan (gibsongirl247.wordpress.com)
- Should we really try to understand the Trinity? (westernthm.wordpress.com)
- Grief (livingingraceland.wordpress.com)
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- So much grief (ask.metafilter.com)