I Know Why...

I know why the caged bird sings. He sings because there's nothing left to do. I know why a person cries when they get hurt. They cry because there's nothing left to do. I know why a real mother loves her children unconditionally. She loves them because for her; there's nothing left to do.

I used to ask the Lord, 'Why?' every time something happened to me that I didn't understand. 'Lord, why was my child the only one to get hurt when all of the other kids were playing too?' 'Lord, why did You create my back with steel and my knees with iron; when my heart seems so weak? I'd even ask Him, 'Lord, why did You bless me with the spirit of laughter, when I want to cry?' His answer would always be the same; 'My child,...you know why...'

As I type this, I am constantly wiping my tears while resisting the urge to question Him. 'Lord, why am I always on the giving end when the receivers have nothing to reciprocate?' I know why. I give because it's in me to do so. And since it's my desire to bless millions, He wants to see if I can be obedient with one. 'Lord, why does it seem like my car keeps braking down on me, even when a mechanic recently worked on it?' I know why. Besides the fact that He's preparing me for a new one; My car is actually mimicking the heart of my spirit. I continue to take it to be fixed by someone who does not specialize in the make and model; just like I allow my heart to be touched by those who only pretend to know the art of love. I know the 'why' to that too. It's cheaper...at first; only to end up costing me more; more money (because I have to take it to a professional), more time (because without a car, everything takes longer!), and more heartache (because my heart is already leaking from the cracks life's lust have created).

Long story short, when and if the officer of life issues me a warrant for the arrest of my heart, or a citation for parking in the wrong lane called; 'Lord why?' I won't even have to question Him. I may never know why my baby was the only one hurt; (not because I desire another child or parent to experience pain) but I learned to give God praise for the fact that she could've been hurt worse. I know why He made my back and my knees strong too, because He knew that I would need to possess the strength to uphold someone else while kneeling down to pick them up in prayer. And my heart...My heart is really stronger than I think. God just wanted me to get a minute taste of what He goes through daily. And since the heart itself is a muscle; the pain I have endured from the tears; will decrease greatly while His healing power of love rebuilds each fiber of strength.

Now, while I can and will NEVER promise to not ask Him, 'Why?' I believe in life, there's always a lesson to be learned and greatness to be seen. My tears will always be laughter and my pain will subside much faster; because...I usually know why... and since I know why...there's nothing left to do but praise Him in advance!

Do you know why?