Why?

Sometimes it's hard to understand why things happen. Why did this person die? Why did this couple gets a divorce? Why was this child born mentally challenged? Why? Why is a question we ask a lot. With a friend of mine in the hospital I am now asking why? Why did this happen to him? Why did this happen to one of the nicest guys I have ever met? Why when he is so young? I can't answer these questions. All I can say is: God has a plan. And we need to accept that plan whether we like it or not. He will be OK either way.

I often ask myself, ask God really, why he let me live. I was born four months early, weighing one pound and five ounces. I stayed in the hospital for three months. I was poked in the stomache with one of the tubes the doctors were putting inside of me, so they had to go in fix the whole and sew me back up. I now have a scar across my stomache, and it's sunk in (I was only a few hours old when this and what I am about to say next happened). I was laying on a table where a nurse, (a training doctor actually), was working. She mixed two chemicals together, that should NEVER be mixed I might add, and accidentally spilled it on me. I layed in the chemicals for four hours I believe. The burn left scars from my mid-back down to my thigh, also splotching on my ankles, and left hand. I have other scars from tubes. The only part of my body that is not scarred is my right arm. My parents, my family, were told multiple times that I would not live. I did. I ask God every day: What is your plan for me? Why did you let me live? There is a reason I know.

I am praying hard for my friend, I have grown to cherish his friendship over the past couple weeks, and I don't want him to go. But it's in God's hands.