why?

Do you ever have those days that you don't understand God? Don't understand cancer? Don't understand why people have to suffer? Why little kids, who don't understand, lose their mom?

I know I don't know why. But I'm still sad. If I were a drinker or drug addict I'd run there now.

This is part of the job I hate.

But tonight I just pray. I just pray. . . . . for healing. In whatever form that takes.