But Daddy, WHY??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
As I walk through Bangla road and see all of the bars, strip
clubs, lady boys, prostitutes, middle aged white business men, families with
their 5 year olds, hott guys around my age, old people, strippers, and little
kids who are pimped out: I just ask “But Daddy, WHY?”
I literally felt like a little kid as I walked the strip
tonight, just over and over asking “but Daddy, why?” I literally was tugging on
his coat tail every five seconds. “Daddy, why is this happening?” “Daddy, why
are they doing that?” “Daddy, if you are so angry with all of this, why don’t
you stop it?” “Daddy, you can do anything you want, make this happen?” “Daddy,
you said if I ask anything in your sons name I can have it?” “Daddy, are you
listening to me?” “Daddy, why aren’t you answering me?” “Daddy, are you even
THERE?”
I
know the answer people, I have heard it a million and twelve times, God has a
plan and he lets things happen. BUT I just. don’t.
get. it. I
can’t help but ask. “Why? Daddy? Why?”
I’m
praying? I’m talking? I’m loving? I’m doing pretty much all I can but I see
nothing. I want to know why……… but I guess that is what makes you so Holy (set
apart). I will never get the answer………… this faith thing is hard. But I’m going
to sleep and I’m not going to stress over it, these are your kids, you clearly
know what you’re doing. Goodnight Daddy, its in your hands now.
God
put me to rest with this verse today before I went out… I knew it was going to
be a rough night if he has to tell me something like this first. I had no idea
what I was in for.“Do
not fear or be dismayed because of this great multitude, for the battle is not
yours but God’s.” 2Chron20:15
