Asking the Wrong Questions
Have you ever felt like you were asking a lot of questions, but somehow you couldn’t find answers to them? I’m guilty - I admit to asking a lot of questions. I could reason and justify it by saying that I am a naturally inquisitive person who refuses to receive things at face value. However, that doesn’t quite capture my nature, namely my ever-so-present 'why' nature. I can’t help but ask, "why" during every trial that comes into my life. Why, Lord, why? Why does this have to happen? Why couldn’t I just get what I want when I want it? Why must it be so hard? Every question seems to be so heavily laden with blame and disappointment and pointed right to God. However, the more that I study the Bible, the more I feel chastised and humbled. I have been asking the wrong questions. I have been using the wrong lens or perspective in viewing my blessings and my trials. Have you ever felt this way? Have you ever felt like you have things planned and they seemed okay, an