Because I know God is good and that He loves me, I sometimes feel it’s my responsibility to find some great good in every bad situation I face. I imagine that there was some valuable lesson for me to learn, and I’ll somehow become a better person for it.
Truth is though, I can’t see these things from God’s perspective. And when I try to second-guess His motives, I only end up heaping confusion and guilt on top of some very deep pain.
Sometimes the best I can say about a bad thing looking back is that God brought me through.
Maybe not better.
Maybe not stronger.
Maybe not smarter.
But I survived.
Until I can get a good look at it from the other side of eternity, I’ll just have to be content with that.