God
works in mysterious ways, doesn’t He? The funny thing is, no matter how
mysterious or strange His ways may seem, they always work out better than we
could have ever imagined. Every time I turn around, I find that something has
changed for the better, or I have changed for the better, all because of
something working out exactly the way
God wanted it to. Ironically, I find myself praising Him and telling Him how
amazing and smart I think he is, even though during the hard time, while He was
molding me and shaping me, I was complaining about how much I hated my
situation.
But
wait, that’s not even the best part. The best thing is that He keeps on
working! He keeps on molding me, all through my complaining and whining, while I
roll my eyes and tell Him what a horrible father I think He’s being. He. Still.
Keeps. Working. On. Me. My protests don’t halt His hands for even a
millisecond. He knows that in the end I’ll realize just how perfectly His plan
has been unfolding, and that the hardest parts were when He did His best work.
He
really is the perfect Father, even though sometimes it sure doesn’t seem that
way. And I know, no matter how much I hate the situations He puts me in, I know
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
