It’s one of life’s mysteries when that happens. It boggles us as to how doing good ends up in suffering. Is that what’s called justice? Or is justice now totally just a figment of our imagination?
I’d like to think that I am basically a good person. I do my best not to hurt people, and try to do at least one good deed a day. But, I have had my share of trials in life. The biggest blow would have to be my son’s battle with Kawasaki Syndrome.
On more than one occasion, I have to admit that I have questioned God, but now I understand that He does not let these things happen for no reason. We may feel that in the midst of trials, He is just a sadist wanting to see us suffer, but that is hardly the case. As a matter of fact, it is when we are suffering that He is most present in our lives.