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.
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?