It’s not fair

It’s unfair.

I’ve whispered it under my breath.

I’ve screamed it into my pillow.

I’ve felt it burning in my chest like a truth I couldn’t untangle. I’ve heard it from others, too—those standing in the ruins of something they thought would last forever,

those clutching the shards of a dream that cut their hands even as they tried to hold on.

“It’s not fair,” they say. And they’re right.

Because this world is fallen.

It groans beneath the weight of its own brokenness. The ground itself seems to ache for something it has not yet seen—

for the day when the curse will be lifted,

and every wrong will be made right.

And while God is good, this world is not.

Sometimes the air is thick with cruelty.

Sometimes sin rips through hearts like a storm no one saw coming. Sometimes what is lost cannot be recovered this side of Heaven.

And the ache of it… lingers.

I’ve heard people say, “Everything happens for a reason.” But if I’m honest, sometimes that reason isn’t good. Sometimes the reason is human selfishness, or malice,

or the ripple effect of someone else’s actions crashing into the shore of my life.

Sometimes the reason is that this world still limps and stumbles under the shadow of Eden’s fall.

And so God—

the One who is not surprised,

the One who steps into the wreckage with nail-scarred hands—He takes what was never good,

what never should have been,

and He bends it toward redemption.

He works it together for good,

not because the thing itself was good,

but because His goodness is relentless.

This isn’t a platitude I can stitch on a pillow.

It’s a truth I’ve had to bleed my way into believing—that God’s goodness is not diminished by the world’s cruelty.

That His light can pierce the deepest dark.

That He does not waste pain.

That even in the moments that feel senseless,

He is weaving a story that will one day make sense in eternity.

Until then, I will live in the tension—

trusting a good God in a broken world,

knowing that the unfairness of now

will one day be swallowed up in the justice of forever.

The judge of all the earth SHALL do right.