Why

I have found that the curse has been a blessing. The sweat and sorrow of life has always--if I submit to it as a gift from Him--allowed me to find His unconditional love, a growth in the strength of my character, a clarity about truth and the very few things that really matter, and an incomprehensible peace and joy that permeates my soul in the absolute worst human moments. Who but an all wise, all loving God could make the curse the foundation for love, strength, truthfulness, and joy? I have found it to be undeniably so. In the midst of doubting who He is, in the midst of a son with cancer and its lifetime complications, in the midst of betrayed love, in the midst of seeing God's work and God's men misrepresented and even lied about, in the midst of trying to raise two sons as a single father, in the midst of personal failure that was no one's fault by my own, in the midst of discouragement and despair, in the midst of wondering anxiously what God is up to in the lives of those I love most dearly, in the midst of doubting one's calling or wishing it was a different one, in the midst of the sweat, toil, and suffering of life, I have found Him always to be true, always to be faithful. Always. In the fiercest storms of life or in the gentle breezes of good times, He has given me the faith to soar on the wings of eagles.

I do not understand how, but I do understand why. No one loves me like He does.