Just as you cannot understand the path of the wind or the mystery of a tiny baby growing in its mother's womb, so you cannot understand the activity of God, who does all things.
The point is not to understand "why?" The hope is not to comprehend the mysteries of "why not me?" The purpose is to know, love, and trust in the God who does all things good. Perhaps when I'm old and wrinkled I'll understand God's activity better. I suppose I'll never understand fully this side of heaven.
Help me in my unbelief. Grow me in my doubts and anxieties. Turn my mourning into dancing. Move me from sorrow to trust with you. Cause my dependency on you to increase. Allow me to have useful time before our babies come. Multiply contentment in my spirit for my hope and sustenance is in you. Discipline me when I miss the point of the pain and turn inward. Be gracious to me. I am blessed - help me be a blessing to others.
Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning, for in you I trust.