When I was a little girl, my mother used to read a book to my siblings and me called Tell Me Why. I loved that book. It answered questions about how things worked, why they existed, and what purpose they served. Looking back, I realize that book planted a seed in me—the desire to understand why. Why things happen. Why people are called. Why purpose sometimes comes wrapped in pain.
As I grew older, I wrestled with my own “why.” You know the ones—Why me? Why them? Why this? Why now?
The dictionary says why means cause, purpose, or reason. But when life happens, that definition doesn’t always make the pain or confusion easier to carry.
When I first started walking with the Lord, I struggled deeply with my “why.” God gave me prophetic words about being raised up in my family as a vessel for salvation and deliverance. But I didn’t understand how. Honestly, I didn’t even feel connected to my family in that way. I couldn’t see myself doing what He said I would do. Have you ever been there—where the calling on your life felt bigger than your understanding?
Maybe you already know what God has called you to do, but you’re still waiting for the why. You know there’s purpose, but you can’t yet see the full picture. That’s where understanding becomes your bridge.
The Word says in Proverbs 24:3-4 (NKJV):
“Through wisdom a house is built, and by understanding it is established.
By knowledge the rooms are filled with all precious and pleasant riches.”
God isn’t just building you—He’s establishing you. And one of the ways He does that is by giving you understanding. Understanding is the answer to your why.
For a long time, my bloodline battles were heavy. I carried shame connected to my last name. I didn’t even like to tell people what it was because of the history and the negative connotations tied to it. I thought my name represented failure, struggle, and brokenness.
But in my journey of healing and maturity, I began to see that everything I came through was part of God’s redemptive story. Every battle, every tear, every misunderstanding was shaping me into a testimony of His grace. What once felt like a curse became proof of the cross working in my life.
Now, I can boldly say my name—Muhammad—without shame, because it no longer defines me. It’s just part of the story that reveals who God is and what He can redeem. I am no longer a slave to my history; I am a daughter of the Most High God, justified by the blood of Christ and heir to His promises.
It was through my battles—and more importantly, through my victories—that God revealed my why. He trusted me with the assignment, even when I didn’t trust myself. Just like Peter, who denied Christ yet was still chosen to feed His sheep, God knows exactly why He called you.
If you’re in a season where your “why” feels hidden, don’t give up. Keep seeking Him in the midst of your questions. Because when the time is right, God will tell you why.
Your “why” isn’t just your story—it’s your anchor. It holds you steady when the storms come and reminds you that nothing in your life has been wasted. Every part of your journey has purpose. Every scar has a testimony.
God wants to tell you why.