Two years ago tonight one of my daughter’s best friends took her life. No one knows why exactly. In the void of answers, our hearts are left to presume, imagine and grapple with unsatisfying reasons. Years ago, a former boss of mine took his life and temporarily I was convinced there was something I could have done to influence his decision.
Behind me, thunder keeps rolling across the Colorado sky reminding me that only God holds the answers to my life’s biggest mysteries. Why did you make thunder roar? Why are there wasps? Why do dishonest people prosper? How long will you wait to renew all things? How old is my daughter in eternity? What happened that night?
Until we have that conversation, I embrace mystery.
