The other night my 2-year old came by my bd and he was making that sound you make after you've been crying really hard. It was just pitiful. I just had to pull him up into my bed with me and comfort him.
I didn't know what was wrong (although I had an idea that he had a nightmare), and he couldn't tell me. But he didn't want an explanation or reasons for whatever it was which made him cry. He just wanted me to take him in my arms to let him know I was there.
There are times God doesn't give me an answer for my pain. But one thing is sure: he is always there to hold me and love me. This is enough.