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.