There are occasions when life’s trials seem to overwhelm us to the point where we feel we cannot take any more pressure. These past few months have felt like that for me being a Domestic Abuse survivor. But recently I’ve dug deeper into my faith and as a result have clung to little gold nuggets of encouragements as I’ve endured these challenges. One such nugget was posted on a forum that I frequent. It is taken from a book called
I Never Promised You a Rose Garden by Joanne Greenberg (1964) (I’ve linked to the book at Amazon)
She has a dream in Chapter 24 which I feel best sums up some of the trials we go through. She goes on to write:
Her dream began with winter darkness. Out of the darkness came a great hand, fisted. It was a man’s hand, powerful and hollowed by shadows in the wells between bones and tendons. The fist opened and in the long plain of the palm lay three small pieces of coal. Slowly the hand closed, causing within the fist a tremendous pressure. The pressure began to generate a white heat and still it increased. There was a sense of weighing, crushing time. She seemed to feel the suffering of the coal with her own body, almost beyond the point of being borne. At last she cried out to the hand, “Stop it! Will you never end it! Even a stone cannot bear to this limit…even a stone…!”
After what seemed like too long a time for anything molecular to endure, the torments in the fist relaxed. The fist turned slowly and very slowly opened.
Diamonds, three of them.
Three clear and brilliant diamonds, shot with light, lay in the good palm. A deep voice called to her, “Deborah!” and then, gently, “Deborah, this will be you.”
Sometimes we can’t make sense of why we suffer, but very occasionally the purpose behind it is to refine us further into being the better person God sees us to be.