Against our modern-day proclivity in desiring the easy life (compare
how ‘easy’ life was 70-100 years ago) there is one thing that suffering gives
us hope for: growth.
I’ve seen this firsthand in my life: first in suffering the loss
of my first marriage and second in the loss of the career of my calling. No matter what I tried and no matter what ‘work’
I did to recover, I could not escape the holding pattern of suffering that
gripped my life.
There were forces in my life that conspired against my comfort; yet
these same forces conspired against the escape I wanted that would have impeded
my recovery.
There is a classic but painful irony in suffering. What is true in ‘what doesn’t kill me makes
me stronger’ turns out to be the acquisition of a growth mindset as a
compensation for what we’ve been through.
The only caveat: if only we respond to the ignominy of suffering with
humility, poise, and grace.
We lament the growing pains of grief, but if we can only hold
onto hope enduring it; that it will produce perseverance, character, maturity,
and wisdom, eventually. Because it will.
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