We have Questions. You have Answers.

I had planned to write something lighthearted today. Something about wallpaper and laughter and a mama still managing a glue brush. But I just can’t. Not yet.

Not while there are Texas families still waiting. Still grieving. Still aching from floodwaters that stole more than homes — they stole lives, joy, and certainty.

We may never fully understand why some are taken too soon or why suffering shows up in places meant for joy — like a summer camp full of laughter and light.

Last night, as I sat down to write this blog, I felt an unrest I couldn’t shake. A holy heaviness. I felt the ache of those parents, siblings, friends — waiting for updates, holding on to pictures and prayers.

Lord, it doesn’t make sense. But I know that You are still God, and you welcome every tear, every question, every “Why, God, why?”

And You’re not offended by our brokenness — You meet us in it.

The psalmist wrote:
“My soul is in deep anguish. How long, Lord, how long?” (Psalm 6:3)
And yet, in that same breath, he declared: “But I trust in Your unfailing love.” Psalm 13:5

So I won’t silence the questions.
I bring them — all of them — to the only One big enough to hold them.

To every family standing in the ashes of unthinkable loss:
We mourn with you.
We are praying for you.

Heal us, Lord.
Help us make sense of what makes no sense.
Hold our hearts and do what You do so well — comfort, restore, and bring beauty out of pain.

To the grieving, waiting, praying families — we are with you. We are lifting you to God Who heals the brokenhearted and holds every tear.
And, through it all – may our hearts be filled with YOUR ways that are so much higher than our ways. Surely, there will be stories written, songs sung, and hearts full of peace that passes all understanding!

So, let’s not silence the questions. Let’s bring them to the only One big enough to hold them. It’s okay to keep asking the hard questions — with faith that one day, we’ll see the whole story through God’s eyes and heaven’s lens.