Just a little one-shot that I created after reading the book of Habakkuk.
"I just don't understand it mom." 10 year old Ebony said, interrupting her mothers daily bible lesson with her.
"What don't you understand sweety?" she questioned, setting her Bible down.
"Well if God can do all these things, why is there so much bad stuff in the world? Why doesn't he stop them? Doesn't he care?" she questioned, a twinge of pain in her voice.
Her mother smiled at her, letting out a giggle of her own, "You know who you remind me of?"
Ebony shook her head.
"You remind of Habakkuk." she admitted.
"Who's Ha-bak-kuk?" her daughters dark brown eyes shined with curiosity.
Habakkuk was a prophet who questioned the very things that you do. He wondered if God truly cared, or if he would do anything. He saw the evil in the world and he begged for God to do something about it. One day he prayed to God and he said,
"How long, Lord, must I call for help, but you do not listen? Or cry out to you, "Violence!" but you do not save? Why do you make me look at injustice? Why do you tolerate wrongdoing? Destruction and violence are before me there is strife, and conflict abounds. Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice never prevails. The wicked hem in the righteous, so that justice is perverted."
And the Lord heard his cries for help, and he answered him, showing him that he in fact had a plan. He told him he was going to raise the Babylonians who lived in impurity up, and he was going to show them that their own weakness is, their false god. Because you see God has a plan for everything.
"So you're saying that God will get rid all the bad stuff in the world one day?" she questioned.
"I'm saying that although God works in mysterious ways, and we have no idea where it will lead us, all we need to do is trust in him, and he will lead the way." she smiled, hugging her daughter close to her.
She grabbed her Bible, then exited the room and headed into her own bedroom, re-reading the highlighted words of Habakkuk.