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Today a friend called me to update me on her life.

These calls have lately just become emotional prayer requests that usually end with both of us in tears.

My heart breaks for her. I am always humbled when she tells me of her life. How dare I complain or even have a bad attitude when here is a life far less "fortunate" right in front of my eyes?

Fortunate.

I think sometimes we give too many things over to luck. See that girl? She is the unlucky one whose parents are going through a divorce. That boy's the unfortunate one whose brother died.

I'm realizing more and more that this world has nothing to do with luck, as cliche as that sounds. I have certain struggles, you have certain struggles; these weren't handed out randomly at the beginning of time. God doesn't say, "I think that Whitney needs to go through a trial right about now. Let's....put her in a car accident. Yes, that's good." No, I believe there is a reason far more beautiful.

This reason, however, is mysterious and ambiguous and sometimes is never realized this side of heaven. We have to do the "t" word.

Oh, no. Not that. I'd rather just blame luck. That gives a reason at least.

I think that God is most blessed with our faithfulness when there isn't a reason. When we don't have an answer to that horrid question, "why?".

Take what you can from this jumble of thoughts. My prayer for my friend, for you, and for me is that we are content without that reason right now, but rest in the One who knows it.

Because He's done a pretty good job of creating people, keeping the universe intact, and well, saving us all from a sure doom of eternity in flames. I think He's got this.