Today my six-year-old was crying for her cat, missing since the fire. And she asked me, “Why did God let this happen?”
All I could say was the truth: “I don’t know. That’s one of the things that we won’t understand until we die.”
The other day, someone said to me, “I know God has a plan. But I think this time He made a mistake!” I said perhaps this was the devil’s plan. But really I was only joking.
I believe God has an ultimate plan. I believe that all things work together for good. I know that many people believe that everything that happens–bad or good– is part of God’s plan and is therefore willed by Him. But I DON’T believe for one second that God planned for my house to burn down. I don’t blame Him, nor do I think it was His will. It was a random, awful accident, like a whole lot of the bad things that happen to people.
I do believe that God–if we let Him–can take all the tragedies in our lives and incorporate them into His plan. He enables us to rise from the ashes and to learn and grow and even profit from the trials we go through. I’m sure that we will look back one day and realize that this terrible time made many things possible, good things that could not have happened otherwise.
I’m not there yet, though. But the only way out is through, right?
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