Like my husband says, never waste a good trial. (Plus, if you haven’t met this terrific blogger, H.M. Davis, head over ASAP.)
Behold, I have refined you, but not as silver; I have tried you in the furnace of affliction. For my own sake, for my own sake, I do it, for how should my name be profaned? My glory I will not give to another.
I have yet to develop a desire for affliction. To this day, I can guarantee that the words, “I sure hope to be hit by a killer migraine today,” or “Boy, what I wouldn’t give to engage in battle with cancer,” have never once crossed my lips.
Affliction of any sort is unpleasant. Unpleasant, but not unprofitable.
In fact, I would venture to say that my faith in God has grown more through times of discomfort than times of ease. That is not to say that my faith has been unshaken – far from it! In truth, my faith has been shaken, stirred, turned inside-out…
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