Some things are impossible to understand. As in totally incomprehensible, ridiculous, and tragic.
I want to know the whys, the whats, the hows, and sometimes I can't. I'm not allowed to, or no one knows.
Sometimes it just seems pointless.
We wonder "Why, oh Lord?" and "How long, oh Lord?" and we get no answer. Or so it seems.
Maybe we repeat the words of Solomon in Ecclesiastes 1,
"Everything is Meaningless, utterly meaningless!"
And it's true. Without God.
But with him nothing's meaningless. Everything is part of his plan and purpose. It may not make any sense to us then or even later, but his perfect story for our lives and the lives of those around us will prevail.
Our mistakes, sins, and failings don't faze Him. He is ready, willing, and able to perfect even our worst shortcomings. Isn't that amazing?
That doesn't mean I never worry or am always content with His plan!
My heart still aches and I wonder, "Why did she have to die?" "Why put them through so much pain for something they didn't do?" "Why is this happening?" when a staff member’s unborn child dies, or boys I know are in prison for a crime they didn’t commit.
But the more I rest in Jesus's arms and give up my burdens to him, the more I am able to trust that He knows what He's allowing to happen, and He will triumph through it.
One of my current favorite Bible sections from Romans 5: 3-5 says, "Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character hope. And hope doesn't not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he had given us." And that gives me hope.