Every year on June 25^th, I can’t help but mourn the death of my dear friend’s sweet little girl.

Ten years ago, today, three-year-old Katie died in a drowning incident that left us all stunned, heartbroken, grief-stricken and questioning why bad things happen to good people.

It’s an age-old question that we, humans, are clearly not meant to possess the answer to.  And, I am certainly not going to insult your intelligence today trying to come up with reasons that only leave us frustrated and more perplexed.

As I’ve read the Book of Job – a man of God who suffered immeasurably with the loss of children, health, friends and wealth – I’ve reached the conclusion that having questions is not a bad thing.

Questions keep us searching for Truth.

Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” John 14:6

Again, I don’t have any answers why life can be tragic, but I do know that God is Love, Good and always ready to help me when I turn to Him.

Here is a poem I wrote back in February of 2009 about these unexplained questions of life.  I still grapple with many of them.  You might, too.

These are Some Questions I Have

These are some questions I have from my friends.

Why did their children’s lives have to come to an end?

The little girl dancing for her mommy and dad.

Now that she’s gone they’re never happy, just sad.

The little girl born without a breath did she take.

Never to dream or blow out candles on her cake.

 

The pain in their eyes they can’t disguise.

How many times will we lie down and cry?

Why in the world do they have to die?

Are they now really angels who know how to fly?

 

These are some questions I have from my son.

Is nap time over and can we have some more fun?

If veggies are good why do they taste just plain bad?

Why do we cry or ever have to be sad?

Are the monsters for real?  Am I out of harm’s way?

I love you so much, please don’t go away.

 

These are some questions I have in my head.

Where is my joy to get out of this bed?

Will the bills get paid; will we ever again save?

Where is our hope when it’s You that we crave?

How can I be holy and in Your true will?

Can I again dream big, yet be spirit filled?

 

I can’t seem to get over the fear in my heart.

I don’t know what to do or just where to start.

These questions I have I ask all the time.

Give me Your Peace and make Your Joy mine.

Some Wisdom for Today:  Proverbs 8:8 – All the words of my mouth are just; none of them is crooked or perverse.