When you live in the South and someone calls you honey—something’s up. It might mean you recently experienced a terrible break-up, so you get an “Aww, hoooneyyyy.” It might be because someone decided to switch on the southern sass and say, “You have no idea who you’re messing with, honey!” And it might be another way of saying, “Bless your heart, you just don’t get it.”
The South is notorious for using normal words with numerous meanings, and you’re supposed to know them all if you live here. Luckily, you can usually classify the honey-phrase by the tone of voice. For example:
This one, I’ve heard before. So much. And the tone? Condescending. Sure, maybe she meant well, but those two words…well, they ruffled my feathers a little.
She continued, “…don’t go questioning God.” She said it with concern across her brow and good-intentions written on those now pursed lips.
But I wanted to scream.
What exactly did she mean? I only mentioned asking God, why because I was facing a tough situation. She may have been listening to me, but she wasn’t hearing me at all.
I don’t question His existence. I don’t question who He is. I don’t question His ability to do anything. I don’t question His knowing everything. I don’t question His love. I don’t question His plan being the best for my life. These are the very reasons I feel completely comfortable asking Him why.
“…he himself gives to all mankind life and breath and everything…God did this so that they would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from any one of us.” Acts 17:25, 27 (ESV)
“Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you.” James 4:8a (ESV)
To me, why is the deepest question. I could ask what, but that only gives me the facts. How—the process. Where—the location. When—the time. But why? Why is thousands of question marks packed into one tiny word. Why digs to the heart of an issue.
Asking why makes me feel closer to you, because your answer gives me a glimpse of your heart. Sometimes, I even draw answers from your silence, knowing that wisdom often comes in quiet.
And I think asking why is essential to spiritual growth.
You see, asking why tells God I don’t understand but I’m here anyway. I want to know His heart. And I think God wants to be known deeply, just like I want to be known deeply—loved, trusted, and respected even when I don’t make sense to the one asking why.
Sometimes, He directs me to an answer in His Word. Sometimes, it’s just His gentle whisper to my soul saying, “Trust Me.” Sometimes, He sends me a quiet peace that I can’t explain.
What God does doesn’t always make sense to me. I ask Him why all the time. Instead of walking away disappointed by what I don’t know about life, I always walk away with a deeper understanding of who He is and how intense His love is for me. And that is enough.