I'm not the type who asks a lot of why questions. Not about life, not about God. At some point it must have seemed easier to not go there. Since my mom died when I was 9 and a lot of bad things happened from then on, it makes sense that I would be more intent on surviving than figuring out the whys of it all. I was looking back in journals I had written in as far back as 10 years. I never went down the why road in those recorded thoughts either. Right now I see this as a blessing. I feel comfortable with God being mysterious. Actually, I LOVE that He is.
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