Randon Ramblings

Why do people cut me off in traffic, when no one is behind me for miles, only to immediately put on their brake to turn a few feet up the road?

Why are long envelopes cheaper than the short ones?

Why can a teenager maneuver around video games to find people hiding in dark corners or locate missing jewels and still not be able to see the giant bottle of ketchup in the fridge?

How can the same child who speaks 10 words a day to the family single-handedly use up all the shared minutes on the cell phone plan?

Did you know that watermelon and pumpkin plants grow long, thin, curly tentacles which attach to grass, weeds, etc. in order to keep their leaves growing straight and flat?

Why do people at garage sales always feel the need to ask if they can get a $.25 item for a $.10...are you kidding me?

If smokers dislike the smell of cigarettes so badly they feel the need to hang the lit cig out their car window, why do they smoke to begin with?

On that same line...do smokers really think that throwing their cigarette butt out the window is not littering?

Why do the songs that have strong memories attached to them always seem to play when I am feeling emotional and vulnerable?

Why does WalMart build stores big enough to have 50 check stands, but only open two or three at a time?

Why isn't there a law that everyone who has a sidewalk outside their house has to walk it occasionally to make sure it is free of obstructions. All the walkers out there would really appreciate it!

These are just a few questions I have found myself asking myself and never getting an answer. I thought it would be fun to see if any others have the same questions. I know I have thousands of them, but why is it that I can never think of things when I need them? Why is it that I can't remember important things but still have the word's to Barry Manilow songs permanently in my head?

Keith tells me that when we get to Heaven all the questions that have haunted us will be answered: where did I lose the set of keys 20 years ago? Why did certain events have to happen? Did the dryer really eat socks? Why did the dog continue to get into the trash no matter what we did? Did my husband hear any of the things he claimed not to hear? Did the kids really not understand the concept of replacing the toilet paper roll?

I'm guessing that by the time we get to Heaven, most of the questions will not be important enough to ask Jesus to answer and we just won't care anymore because there will be so many other things to keep us busy.

Even so, I still wonder why healthy, kind, loving, wonderful people have to get cancer, or any other disease. That question is the one I will take the time to ask and not feel badly that I am keeping the Lord away from other important duties. The spiritually-immature child in me wants to sit on my Holy Father's lap and ask, "Why?"

I know the Biblical answer. I know the Adam and Eve curse: the separation from God that sin causes. I know that we all fall short of the glory of God. I know that bad things happen to good people. I know that one day all believers will be reunited. I know all of this and more...but I still want to know...why?

Until I get to Heaven, I will rely on my faith to know there is an answer. Until then, I will rely on my faith to know that no matter what that answer is, the Lord will be in Heaven to answer it for me. Until I can be on His lap, I will remain in His hands here on earth as He holds me up and wipes my tears until then when there are no more.