"I thought I was the one with all the answers..."

"...turns out, I'm the one with all the questions."

Quite a story goes with the quote above from a very dear friend of mine. She grew up as a Pastor's child, had what most would refer to as a "good quality life": a college education, a man that loved her and became her husband, followed by the blessing of three children. One night it all changed, as a mangled automobile became the place that her husband died. Of the three children that were with him, one was not expected to survive his injuries. But praise God, in the midst of such terrible tragedy, he did.

When life "blind-sides" us, much as the term refers to in a car accident, suddenly I think we can all relate to her quote. It's easy to think that we have things all figured out, until we come face to face with tragedy or unexplainable circumstances that threaten to unravel us to the core. The advice that we can so quickly spout off to a friend can be true, but why is it so difficult for us to apply these truths to ourselves when we're in the middle of a trial? You know some of them: "just trust God!" or "we all know that this is going to turn out for good", or "I know you'll be stronger through this trial". As another girlfriend of mine jokingly said, "I have plenty of faith for your trial, why is it I don't the the same faith for mine?" I think these are really good things to think about.

I'll add more to this line of thinking later. Today, I'm concentrating my focus on the one that truly does have all the answers, and it isn't me.