And End, A Beginning, and a Confusing Between
I wish I understood God's plan. I also wish that my emotions could be consistent and make sense. If only things could go as they should, if only there were not difficult impediments in the way of what would otherwise be wonderful things. I really deeply miss my long distance friends. They were, after all, the friends of my youth. I grew with them, day by day, moment by moment, conversation by conversation. I laughed with them, learned with them, deepened my faith in God with them there by my side. It is, I suppose, only natural that I should miss them. Yet why must I miss them? A little aching part in me longs to scream out the question of "why" into an inevitable plainness. A part of me whispers, why pain? Why change? Why sorrow? Why not joy, and peace, and happiness all the time? And the realistic part, fed by the monotonous voice of the crowd, says "because, you foolish child, this is life. You cannot change life." "I do not want to listen to that voic