well, why not?

Sometimes I feel like I’m living in a Season of “Why?”

It’s not just a question my three-year-old asks me on an hourly basis, but it’s a weight I carry in my shoulders and back, a burden that pulses straight down to my bones.

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A text comes in, and then an email. A news headline darts across the screen of my phone, and it’s just enough to send me over the edge. I begin hurling a litany of whys any and every direction accusations can be lobbed: Why do bad things happen to good people? Why does destruction and death and evil seem to reign prevalent in our world? Why is this hard thing happening to this particular friend, again … why does it feel like I can’t seem to catch a break … why, why and why, O God?

Maybe I’m the only one, but I can get so caught up in the whys.

Asking why is not a bad thing in and of itself, and certainly not for a curious and inquisitive young child who is finding his voice and gleaning information by the hour. But for me, for Cara the Grown-Up Human, sometimes all the whys can end in blaming, pointing fingers. Sometimes all my whys distance me from God; I become too busy casting criticism to notice how I might be able to change the trajectory of the story altogether.

And this is where and how and why I’ve found this year’s new question: “Well, why not?” Sometimes, when life is hard, the question of why seems to come altogether too easily, and that’s when I realize I have a choice in the matter.

I choose to flip my questioning around.

I choose to turn the equation upside down.

….wondering what else happens when I ask “Well, why not?” instead? Click here to read the rest of the post over at She Loves Magazine. Thank you for supporting my writing!

This month She Loves is featuring articles based in questions. So, what question do you find yourself asking over and over again? When it comes to the “Why not?” above, how does that change the way you view the world? 

 

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