My daughter asked me a question the other day completely out of the blue and it struck deep into my heart like a knife.
“why did God let Livvy die?”
How In the world do I answer that?
I started to talk about the fact that it wasn’t God’s choice. About the fact that it’s the enemy who brings disease and illnesses into the world. About sin and a fallen world when I just stopped, I couldn’t go on.
Because in my heart I was screaming the same question WHY?
I can talk from my head about all the reasons about faith, about Livvy being in a better place but my heart aches and is in so much pain.
The missing is buried so deep in my heart that each breathe I take is full of the emptiness of grief.
WHY?
I have no answer, but I do have faith and sometimes that mustard seed is just enough.
Rebel with kindness 
I have the same questions here. And my answer is simply “I don’t know.” I don’t know why Goldie had to die, I don’t know why she had to die so horribly either. But I do know that God is good, all the time. I know that when Jesus heard about the death of his friend, he wept. And I know that he weeps with us and shares our sorrows as well as our gladnesses.
This is a broken world and we are a broken people. But my heart will choose to say “Blessed be Your Name.”
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