I am coming to the conclusion that life doesn't always have answers. We as humans tend to ask why to a lot of things. It's a habit we have kept since the "terrible two's."

Why do people think violence in the answer to injustice?

Why is this world unjust?

Why are there people who live off of less than $1 a day?

Why doesn't God just show up to us in person?

A little more personal...

Why did Sarah's mom pass away so young? And why did God not heal her?

Why did He call us to Cambodia during the time she was going to pass away?

Every one has questions. I try to understand why things happen the way they do. I often think about what God has been doing in all of this.

There are five type of storms (maybe more, but I only know of five)...

1. The storm that God brings us into just so we can see Him calm it. (Matthew 8)

2. The storm that we sail into on our own, and then God walks on it. (Matthew 14)

3. The storm that God invites us to calmly walk through or on. (Matthew 14:29, Exodus 14)

4. The storm that chews us up and spits us out. (Jonah)

5. The storm that we just sail into. (Matthew 14)

Think about the other disciples besides Peter. Jesus led them there, but they didn't get to walk on water. Some times God says go, and there's a storm, and when you return there is not much to show for it. But God said go, and He knew there would be a storm, and He's okay with that. Some times we get thrown around a little bit, and we get tired from the task at hand.

Storms are just storms. And life... it's just life. And God, well He is God.