“Daniel replied, ‘No wise man, enchanter, magician or diviner can explain to the king the mystery he has asked about,
… but there is a God in heaven who reveals mysteries…'” ~ Daniel 2:27-28
I don’t understand why it was 68 degrees at the end of July.
I don’t know why my dog daily sheds enough hair to make two throw pillows.
I can’t figure out my husband. Ever.
Predicting teenage mood swings escapes me.
Why anyone would ruin good coffee with sugar packets, syrups and whipped cream is a complete mystery.
I don’t know why my one-and-a-half-year-old nephew was adopted only to die one year later.
And I don’t understand why his drug-addict mother keeps having children while a heart-broken friend has been praying for a baby for years.
I don’t know how I could be so wrong about somebody I trusted.
I can’t figure out why we’re allowed to dream some dreams that will never be.
And I don’t understand a God who seems so close one second and so far away the next.
I’m not a fan of mysteries, and if I can run to the last page of a gripping novel to resolve my angst I will. Every time. But when it comes to life, mysteries are the name of the game. And I have little choice in the matter. My life book is a tangle of loose ends. And no college degree or ramped up search engine can relieve my questions and solve my unknowns.
“… but there is a God in heaven.”
And He’s on the last page in my book.
- Day 253 (Monday): Ezekiel 42-43
- Day 254: Ezekiel 44-45
- Day 255: Ezekiel 46-48
- Day 256: Joel 1-3
- Day 257: Daniel 1-3
- Day 258: Daniel 4-6
- Day 259: Daniel 7-9