By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
I ask why a lot.
Do you?
Why did mother die? Why did that guy cut me off in traffic? Why did I lose my job?
Why has life not gone as I planned?
Maybe I’m asking the wrong why. Maybe I should try again.
Why is the trickle of a stream like a song? Why is the sky so blazingly blue? Why do spring daffodils pop up crisp and pure?
Why is my home so warm in winter? My table prepared with food? My friend just a phone call away.
Why does God love me?
Have you ever asked the wrong why?
It’s not too late to change.
Go ahead—try again.
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Surely I spoke of things I did not understand,
things too wonderful for me to know.
Job 42:3 (NIV)
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“The question is why,” Garrett said. “Why would you come back to your hometown, lead everyone to believe you’re married, and not go home to the family ranch?”
Or not. Betsy buried her burning fingers in the folds of her skirt and blinked away the frustration that threatened to do more than threaten. “Don’t you have better things to busy yourself with? Like hunting down real criminals?”
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