“We have no right to ask when a sorrow comes, “why did this happen to me?”
unless we ask the same question for every joy that comes our way.”
–something I just read
When bad things happen, it’s a natural response to ask, “why me?”
When I read that quote, I wondered why we would ask the question at all. What happens to us is either part of a plan we agreed to before coming here OR it’s a random act.
If it’s random there IS no why.
But. In the first case, there’s a lesson, whether it’s for us or someone else. This is very hard to reason out, sometimes. Take Hitler, for example. Who is that lesson for? Why did so many have to suffer?
Or when babies get sick and die. Why? What is the lesson and who is it for?
I don’t have answers. But I do have trust that there is a bigger picture, a bigger plan and reasoning beyond what we can fathom in our very limited earthly minds.
No question that it’s hard to wrap our heads around the reasons for such bad stuff.
That’s where faith comes in: the belief in something greater when there is absolutely no proof of it.
Faith is something I didn’t connect with until later in my life. I didn’t connect with it in a religious sense as much as I did in a spiritual sense.
There IS a greater meaning to all this. I don’t have to know what it is to believe that.
How about you? What are your thoughts on “why me?”
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