Tonight, I sat here with a heavy heart and asked God why. I asked him why he allows people to hurt. Why He allows Little Kate McRae to have cancer, why He allows sex trafficking in places like Moldova. I asked Him with tears in my eyes why my friends have to go through pain like addictions, divorce, and death.

It’s not the first time I’ve asked this question, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. I understand there are reasons for all these things to be happening, but I still have to ask why sometimes. I still hope to hear God tell me why someday when I ask the question.