Life Doesn't Make Sense...

There are many things that don't make sense to me. Why are people unable to have children that desperately want them? And yet people who don't want children are able to have them. Why do children die leaving their parents devastated and then other parents take their children's lives or abuse them. These are all questions that I have been wrestling with for the last few years. It has recently been on my mind because we found out that a friend of ours lost her little girl. She was a nurse in the NICU and took care of our son. Here is a woman who has devoted her life to saving sick babies and then her 1-year-old daughter dies unexpectedly. This doesn't makes sense to me. It angers me. It isn't right. Parents should not bury their children. I once heard that " a person who loses their spouse is a widow, a person who loses their parents is an orphan, but a person who loses their child...well there are no words." It is true.
But tonight I was reading and trying to gain insight and came across something that really convicted me. Here is a brief excerpt.
"There's only one thing that enables me to accept what I cannot understand about my suffering and the suffering of this world: the Cross. I look at the Cross and the enormous suffering it represents, and I am humbled and ashamed that I think I could know better than God what is good and right and purposeful. I see that there is a larger plan at work that my heart and my mind can barely comprehend. But mostly I see that the Cross is the ultimate examples of God's ability to work all things together for good-even the most wicked deed darkness ever conceived. And if God can work together the cruel death and enormous suffering of his Son on the cross to bring about the greatest good of all time, then perhaps he really can do something good in and through the suffering in our lives too." From The One Year Book of Hope by Nancy Guthrie.
I hope this brings you encouragement to know that it is okay to have unanswered questions. All we can do is trust His Hand.