We can’t stand it when we don’t have the reason for something. I remember when I was young, probably in second or third grade, and I had a math homework question for my dad. He was downstairs in the basement lifting weights, and I handed him my math book so he could review what I was learning. As he explained, he said, “Zero point five is the same as one half.” This blew my mind and was a completely bizarre concept for me. “Why?” I asked. “Because it just is,” he said. And that was that. As unsatisfying as that answer was, I never forgot that math proof. Later on, it certainly made more sense once I learned fractions. There are times in life when we go through trials and we shake our fists at God demanding to know why. It ends up that often much later, maybe years or even a lifetime later, we understand. It’s because we are meant to learn and grow, depend on God, and help people through their trials. And most often, it is after we have been through those same trials that we are able to help and comfort most effectively.