God's Works

They say that God works in mysterious ways. I beg to differ, at least a little. When I look back at my life, at all of those times when I asked "why, God, why?", I realise that there was a reason. And a darned good one at that. I didn't need to be privy to the reasons in order to learn the lessons; in fact knowing why I had to struggle so probably would have negated anything I might have learned. God doesn't have to explain himself to us, just as I don't have to explain my reasons for doing things a certain way to my children. He knows what is best for His children, and I am learning to trust that every time I ask "why?" I don't really need an answer. He is there for me, with me. And He always will be. That's not very mysterious, is it?