I have always said, this is God's story for me, for us. I know not all of it will be butterflies and rainbows. In fact, I'm sure of it. But then I'm not really sure what God means with the hard things. I imagine it's to grow and trust in Him more or maybe to help someone else do that.
I am reading a book right now by Donald Miller. He explains this particular part that when I first read, I paused and thought to myself, "I think that's how I would feel...."
"Life has a peculiar feel when you look back on it that it doesn't have when your'e actually living it. ......When my friends Paul and Danielle had their second child, I went to the hospital and held her in my arms. She was tiny and warm like a hairless cat, and she was dependent. When I looked over at her mother, Danielle's eyes told me life was about more than sunsets and romance. It was though having a baby made all the fairy tales in life come true for her, as though she were a painter who discovered a color all new to the world.
I can imagine what kind of conversation God and Danielle will have, how she'll sit and tell God the favorite parts of the story he gave her. You get a feeling when you look back on life that that's all God really wants from us, to live inside a body he made and enjoy the story and bond with us through the experience."
