why

people always ask 'why'.

when things happen, or when things don't happen, the first question people ask is why. why me. why now. why this. why not that.

i could ask why. but would it help? would it make a difference?

of course, when confronting facts, 'why' is a question we have to ask. but when confronted with circumstances, 'why' rarely ever mean anything.

if i wanted to ask, i could wonder to no end. why is this happening to him. why is this happening to us. why now. why couldn't we catch it earlier. why must we go through so much.

maybe i'm too independent. too realistic sometimes. it could be good. it could also not be.

because i've stopped asking why a long time ago. i don't even ask Him why. because i know.

i know that whatever happens, it would already be a fact. and asking why doesn't change the fact that it is real. i could rant and rave. demand an answer for what i consider unjust or difficult. but then what?

asking Him why is not the answer.

instead, i rather just ask for strength to face the facts.

i ask for His hands to hold me when i feel like breaking down.

i ask that He remind me of His promises when I can't see an end to the pain.

i ask for wisdom to do what's best. i ask for understanding to see the truth.

i remind myself of who He is. everlasting. faithful. true.

He won't lie. He won't change.

and then i can go on.

so that is why i never ask why