I don’t understand

I don’t care how old I get or how many times I ask – I’ll never understand. God doesn’t tell us that we can’t ask “why” – he’s okay with it. I’m sure of it. But like so many prayers that go seemingly unanswered, he doesn’t promise to answer in ways that we can understand. And so, I don’t understand. I truly struggle with childhood sickness. I mean true, childhood, deadly, life altering sickness. I just can’t wrap my mind around it. It makes me mad and sad and frustrated and aggravated – ALL OF IT!  Sweet children – innocent children just shouldn’t have to endure the pain and suffering. Not to say that adults do but babies…BABIES…not babies! Not children.

Nothing more today -