Where is the Justice?

This morning, I cheerfully waltzed stumbled into work and was greeted by a coworker in tears. 
A little over a year ago, her son tragically passed away. Since then, she has connected with a group of mothers also grieving the loss of a child. 
Her tears were on behalf of one of these dear friends who was bravely facing the one year anniversary of her son's death when the unthinkable happened...She found herself grieving the loss of her other son to a horrible car accident. 
Two sons...gone from this world...exactly one year apart. 
I couldn't help but silently weep with my coworker as she mourned for her friend. 
Where is the justice? 
As a follower of Jesus, I know the end of the story. I have hope that all the pain, and despair, and brokenness marring this world will one day be redeemed.
But sometimes I think it is appropriate to sit in the ashes of this yuck, the mess that sin has caused.  To weep with those who weep.  To scream with those who cry out for answers. 
To say "WHERE IS THE JUSTICE???" to the very God who has all the answers and is bringing redemption to the brokenness.
I think it is okay, and I think it is right. I imagine Jesus sitting outside the tomb of Lazarus, weeping... even though He knew the end of the story. 
To mourn over the pain birthed by sin...I think this is a right response, especially when that pain becomes personal and starts messing with those you love. 
So tonight? I'm rejoicing that it is Friday (and that means the weekend! Hip hip hooray!), but I am also mourning. I am hating sin, despising Satan's attempts to throw people into despair, and I am cursing death.