why

"Woe to him who quarrels with his Maker,
to him who is but a potsherd among the potsherds on the ground.
Does the clay say to the potter,
'What are you making?'
Does your work say,
'He has no hands?'"
- Isaiah 45:9

I ask a lot of questions - most of them directed in exasperation at the one I know that made me. Here's time to take a step back and examine what I've done for Him to gain the right to ask such questions. I shouldn't feel entitled to certain gifts, to certain blessings, yet I do.