And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers and sisters. And those he predestined, he also called; those he called, he also justified; those he justified, he also glorified.
Dear God, you really do work it all for my good. Even the pain. It forms me. It breaks me, and then if I allow you to you mold me, fill me and use me. And when you are using me and I am submitted to you then that is where I find my peace.
There is a song by Garth Brooks, “The Dance,” that so completely encapsulates the pain I carry in my heart that I literally cannot hear it without having tears stream down my face. What I think is brilliant about it is that it expresses gratitude for ignorance: “And now, I’m glad I didn’t know the way it all would end, the way it all would go. Our lives are better left to chance. I could have missed the pain, but I’d have had to miss the dance.” Honestly, the pain I feel now makes the memories sweeter. At least I think it does. I know the memories comfort me. And now the pain forms me. Maybe it makes me more useful to you. I know it focuses my prayers and makes them very intentional.
Father, I trust you that you are working all of this for my good. Make it for the hood of others around me as well. Make it for the hood of your will being done and your kingdom coming in earth as it is in heaven. Make this pain count. Don’t let it be wasted.
I pray this in the name of the one, Triune God,