"But Why God?"

The whole fact that we are moving to Uganda hit last night. I was scared. I cried. I remember going up to mom and dad's room, and mom prayed for me, and told me that God wants us to follow Him, and the devil doesn't, and will whisper lies into our ears.
I went back into my room, but the feeling didn't go way. I cried into my pillow and started to pray. "Why God? We were finally back on track. We were finally comfortable. I have friends that I don't want to leave. Friends that I have a good relationship with, that I can call them sisters.  I will have to leave our house, my dog, my comforts, everything."
Then peace washed over me. It was like God told me, "You were on track with your own plans, not mine, you were comfortable, but I didn't call you to be comfortable, you have good friends, but you get to keep those, and have new closer ones. You still have your sisters."
I remembered Job, how everything was taken away from him, but God gave him back everything way better. I have to remember that God knows what he is doing and that He loves me too much to put my life into my own hands.