shards of something else.

I was complaining to God one day.

"Why can't life be fairer to me?!" I whined. And do you know what He said? In his painfully kind, patient, and quiet voice?

"It wasn't fair that I had to die for you."

Cold splash of truth: He's right. That was the most unfair of all. What He said struck me as so true and unfair that it made me cry. I asked Him then, "Why do You love me so much? That's unfair too, you know."

"I know. I still do. You won't understand it, but I always will."

just a thought ><(>