God? Why the Children?

God?

I don’t understand. You created us after Your own image, you knew me in my mother’s womb, and you love with an everlasting love – but horrible things happen. Things that you could stop…but you don’t.

I am not blaming you…but we haven’t any answers. Our answers stopped abruptly when our children were murdered. You are the only One with answers.

You are a great God, the only God, Ruler of Heaven and earth, yet delighted with me, with us, though I fail you, though we fail you.

So why? Why do horrific, unimaginable things happen to our children? The innocent ones who have done absolutely nothing? God, evil walked into what should be one of the safest places in the world – a place entirely devoted to learning – and won.

That could be my family sobbing themselves to sleep tonight, with an ache in our hearts that last a lifetime. That could be my six year old sister that…

I can’t even say it. It was senseless! It was wrong, reprehensible, evil – it was murder.

But God? Though I don’t understand, can’t understand, I know that You are good. That your heart breaks for the grieving families, for the innocent victims, for the choice that somebody’s son chose to make. That You are love, and that everything good comes from you, that you created us with everything good in mind, but that in order for the greatest good, you created us with a free will.

Somebody abused that free will today, God. Abused? He mutilated, violated, and destroyed it, then took the coward’s way out.

But that wasn’t Your fault, was never your plan.

I know that. I just have to remind myself sometimes.