Telling God what to do —
even if in the form of requests, prayers —
controls nothing. God takes no orders
from me. Nor does life make sense,
at least sometimes. Important times.
God told Job it was none of his business
to know the whys. “I’m God, you’re not.
Drop it.” Would I sit there and take it
if God answered so? Maybe. Maybe not.
Would I understand, just because he said so?
No. Probably not…certainly not.
But it is none of my business
and I don’t understand.
And probably never will…