Lately I’ve been thinking about the promise that “all things work together for good to those who love God.” I’ve known that verse nearly all my life, but I’ve never really understood it.
After all many, many things have happened in my life that I wouldn’t consider good, haven’t they? Or am I confusing “good” with “pleasant”?
I think I am. And when I do start measuring the “goodness” of my life by how “pleasant” I find any particular part of it I am apt to be discouraged and feel ill-used by God. When however I remind myself that