Post-meditation Musings

Just a thought that's running, fleeting through my mind:

Sometimes we hear people talk of hardships, trials and disappointments in their lives.

Sometimes these people suffer self-inflicted wounds

Sometimes (more often than not) these people suffer from the infirmities of others.

Sometimes we hear these people say that they believe their lives were meant to be that way, that God planned for them to experience such miserable things, so that they could eventually enjoy the blessings of the present.

While there's truth to the law of opposition in all things, and to the omniscience of God, I have to admit, this interpretation of it all makes me sad.  I think it's a concept that sometimes lends itself to misgivings of Deity.

I believe in a God who is a perfect Father.  When I think of my own father--the one who raised me (who as amazing as he is, unfortunately, like the rest of us, is not quite perfect), I can't imagine him purposefully inflicting terrible, horrible things upon me.  But.  I can imagine him refraining from intervening when times get rough, because he knows that whatever I'm experiencing won't kill me.  But will proverbially make me stronger.

I believe in a God who is the greatest champion of agency.  I don't believe I am predestined to fail. If I fail, it's because, in one way or another, I choose to.

But if my choices stray,

I believe in a God who blesses them for my good, as long as I turn toward Him.

I believe in a God who blesses not only my choices, but the choices of others--good and bad.  Especially when I turn toward Him.

I believe in a God who wants us to be happy.  Every moment of every day.  He does not look down on us, taking aim with arrows of adversity and deluges of disappointment.

I believe in a God who finds Joy in our joy.

And who spends His very existence weaving the tapestry of our lives...for our good.