Champagne High…”where will I be when I stop wondering why?”
“All things happen for a reason”
“God only gives you what you can handle”
“You will be stronger because of this experience.”
If all of these were true, why the need for psychotropic drug therapy?
I’m questioning so much these days. And for all the years I preached “all things happen for a reason”, only one person ever called me out. Was he right?
I wonder as another health scare comes my way -still in the middle of this stormy weather my daughter and I face-what have I done to create such a weather pattern of chaos and hurt? I can’t bear for my parents to sit with yet another doctor and hear what could again be the worst a parent can hear, much less another sit down chat with my sweet daughter to explain the stomach pain and need to rest so often. It simply isn’t fair to any of the people who love me.
I’ve wondered if in a past life I did something that causes today’s penalty, or if it is possible that we suffer as a group today to prevent pain in a future life. Or, am I simply over thinking what is either a pipe dream of justification, or not facing what is real life. Sometimes we just don’t know when the mudslide will hit. There is a part of me that feels guilty and selfish about complaining through any pain and this endless sock in the stomach of unknowns, when random acts of crime and hurt affect folks every day, every minute all around the world. Perhaps I’m simply getting mine in one big lump sum. I kid that someday God and I will have a long talk about the “why” of this all.
A friend recently said that the only control I have in all of this muck is my attitude. And while I get it logically, the emotional side of what’s inside my circle of control is pretty thick these days. And damn, I don’t even like Champagne to add to the mix.
Cheers to the unknown and always asking why. That I can do.
“…..our story’s completed, but it’s a long way from done….Where will I be when I stop wondering why...”**
** http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oLcDhIWxuY (Champagne High, Sister Hazel)