Where is the good?

This question has been heavy on my heart.

Almost a whisper, but one I've been too afraid to ask out loud.

Where is the good?

When I stood at the deathbed of one of my closest friends, my confidant, my accountability partner.  

Where is the good?

When I sang at memorial services this past year.  

Where is the good?

When the diagnosis was terminal. 

Where is the good?

When the people of the church acted like people. 

Where is the good?

When loved ones moved away. 

Where is the good?

Sometimes I look around and wonder, "Really, God?  Really?  This has to happen, too?"  

WHERE IS THE GOOD?????

And then He reminds me, in His sweetest whisper, 

I Am the Good.