Praying for understanding

It's so hard to comprehend why bad things happen to good people.

A friend's mother was recently diagnosed with incurable cancer in her liver and lungs. This is a woman who, to my knowledge, has never had a drop of alcohol or smoked a single cigarette in her life. In fact, I would be shocked to discover that she's ever uttered a curse word. Despite being the sweetest person I've ever met and an incredibly devout Christian, she has been stricken with this terrible disease. When I found out, I ran the gamut of emotions.

Also, my cousin was recently told there's nothing else the doctors can do to treat his cancer. He's home now and he's on constant oxygen as well as a morphine pump. He's also only 18. He got to walk with his graduating class earlier this year, which was a very important goal he'd set for himself. He's fought so hard, but cancer has no limits.

Cancer doesn't care if you're only 18. Cancer doesn't care if you're the sweetest woman in the world or if you love God with all your heart. Cancer doesn't care if you never get to meet your grandchildren. Cancer doesn't care who you leave behind. Cancer doesn't care how much you cry or try to bargain.

I don't understand. I'm trying to accept things for what they are. It's not my place to question God. He has a plan much larger than I can comprehend. I know He's holding both of these dear people close to Him, and giving them the peace they need, but it's so hard for those who love them so much.