I watch the sky differently today, knowing that beyond the blue canvas God painted is another world that infinitely stretches across this universe. A world of galaxies in which I am but a small speck. A world entirely created by God. A world loved by God.
And I question why I was made. Why God chose this planet to put me on? Why God had my life cross with those so many great people? Why God still answers my prayers the way he does? Why he still listens to my ramblings? Why God loves me? I can't fathom his creation; so how can I fathom God's love?
But dark thoughts still stir inside of me, and everyone else. I must question why the nations rage at one another? Why children die of starvation? Why girls are raped and men are murdered? I don't understand. There are things in my life that I feel I have gained a greater understand of - by the sole grace of God. But this is not one of them.
I don't understand WHY, to so many questions. So many plague my mind... And the answers always seem to contradict one another.
But still, I can't help but believe that God not only allows these questions to be asked, but that he invites them, encourages them. I can't help but believe that I was created to ponder these things.