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That’s why she was asking for help.

I mean she was pretty cute when she was a puppy, but now as I watched her suffer, my heart was broken our own slobber, helpless on the floor, with a broken heart, realizing we’re so messed up and asking why

So often I find myself sitting in my seat watching this thing called Christianity and wondering why all And Why does it seem like I’m still the same old selfish man that I have ever been. How I struggle to see the reality in things like classical music and God and questioning why I don’t

But I think I figured out tonight why it’s so important to call Jesus the Son of God and yet why it’s

Maybe that’s why they effect our whole demeanor. I feel like nobody likes me. This is why choosing what we believe is so important.

I’ve often wondered why evil would exist. Even when I pictured his enemies as beings in the spiritual realm I asked myself why would someone want

Why God have you done this to me? then I remembered what my friend Daniel said a few days ago when I, in my broken depression, asked him why

“Why, T.J.? I do not understand your decision. “Why did he do that?” “That’s what I asked myself, Mary.” He paused. “Do you know why I named you Mary?” “No. Why, T.J.?” “She was the mother of Jesus.” Why didn’t you make me better? You could have. Why would I be concerned about losing his voice? “Why do you not say the disable command, T.J.?

He showed them he loved them and maybe that’s why he could tell them to go and sin no more.

But he couldn't understand why; he wasn't dizzy or anything. As Henry stepped out of the road he realized why he felt so disoriented.

So why wouldn't I respect them if it pleases me so much?!" She smiled back at Bennie. As they walked away from her office Bennie asked, "Why didn't I recognize you?" "You had prayed, 'Why all of this, God.' Why was working together to accomplish something great so bad?! Why would we want to suppress that or miss that part in the story.

Why do women ever want their hair long, she couldn't understand. It’s why I, and maybe you became an art curator. We know what we like and what we don’t. “Why are you doing this?” Samantha said. “Because I care for you. I want to see you happy.