Today I had a conversation with a friend in which we were noting that God uses our frustrations to teach us wisdom and give us maturity. It was a good conversation! It sounds so glib and trite when stated just like that but when you are walking through confusion, impatience or perhaps hopelessness, it is far from trivial. Alan reminded me of the man born blind. (John 9: 1 and on) Imagine the privilege of having your blindness used to bring glory to the God of the universe. When a real* person expresses praise to God for the trial they are going through, you know that they didn’t make it up themselves; like a friend who lost her 2 year old in a tragic accident and could say 12 months later, “I am so glad that God did this for us.”

I pick up the book I’m reading and here it is again, the same type of miracle, at the loss of a loved one. This is from a letter of Sarah Edwards to her daughter, following the death of her (Sarah’s) husband.

“My very dear child, What shall I say? A holy and good God has covered us with a dark cloud. O that we may kiss the rod, and lay our hands upon our mouths! The Lord has done it. He has made me adore his goodness, that we had him (Jonathan) so long. But my God lives; and he has my heart. O what a legacy my husband, and your father, has left us! We are all given to God; and there I am, and love to be. Your affectionate mother, Sarah Edwards.” [emphasis mine]

*by real I just mean someone who isn’t putting on a religious front.