The counselor told Job, “surely as sparks fly upward, man is born to trouble” and there’s the ring of truth to it. Indeed, much of life, seen against the glories of eternity, is lived in the minor key.
Ah, but those yets!
Or even though I walks.
Or in spite ofs.
I do love me some “yets” that give faith its modulating melody! And, like you, dear reader, I do know a thing or two about adversity – I’m abiding in that place now – but I have learned the Lord never fails, His mercies are relentless, and the outcome is always – always – His glory and my good.
Peer through your own darkened woods, child of staggering faith, to the Glory that awaits. And give thanks.
It’s gonna be good.