Why?

Why is such a common question.  And the hardest.  And the one with the least answers.

I ask myself why all the time.  About the big stuff, and the little stuff. 

But to be honest, it's the little stuff that gets to me.  Does that make sense?  Like, why did that guy cut me off in traffic?  Why was the clerk mean to me in the check out line?  Why does my kid have an attitude when five minutes ago he was loving?

I'm a natural problem solver, so the whys some quick and easy for me.  I like to try to figure things out, to understand a situation, and master it.  But sometimes, there are no answers.  There is no understanding.  What do you do then?

The Sunday School answer is, trust God.  But that's soooooo much easier said than done, yes?  And besides, I'm not talking about God stuff.  I'm talking about little stuff. 

I have to constantly remind myself that God is all about the small stuff.  He's the ultimate detail, the ultimate planner, the ultimate problem solver.  And so when the guy cuts me off, instead of stewing about it, I can talk to God about it.  Oh!  I could even pray for him.  And I could remember the times when I've accidentally cut someone off.  And when the clerk is rude, I can return blessing for insult.  I can talk to God about it.  Oh!  I could even pray for her.  And I can remember the times I've been rude, because I was tired, or sick, or worried.

You see what I'm saying, right?  Maybe I'm weird, but it's the small stuff in life that gets me down.  It's trying to figure out why people do what they do.  That consumes way too much of my time and energy. 

Here's my new why:  Why let that stuff get me down?  Why let it drain me?  Why worry about that junk?  I believe I'll just try to let it go, and - here comes that Sunday School answer - really trust God.