We glory in our sufferings.
I woke to the plaintive calls of the geese on the wing, high overhead. Their cries touched my heart, reminding me of a time when I was full of sorrow. “I remember when I felt as woeful as they sound,” I whispered in the dim light of dawn.
“I was there with you,” God said.
“At first, I wasn’t sure. I felt so alone and forgotten. It took time for me to realize that the hardship I faced was actually a gift you were giving to me. It gave me the opportunity to mature and to grow closer to you. It took even more time, but eventually I not only recognized the gift, I felt your hands extending the gift to me. I touched them.”
“Yes. I remember,” God replied.
I reached for my robe at the foot of the bed, ready to start my day. The geese called out again, way off in the distance. “They’ll come back, just like I know that hard times will return again some day.”
“Life is full of ups and downs, that’s true,” God agreed.
“Next time, I’ll search for you hands through the gift right away,” I answered.
“They will be there,” God promised. “They will always be there.”