“But He knows where I’m going. And when He tests me, I will come out as pure gold.” ~Job 23:10
Whenever I would hear the saying, “be thankful for your trials,” I always thought this is what it meant: “Well, a lot of people have a worse life than you do, so you should be thankful it isn’t that bad.” I had this idea that in order to make my suffering turn into joy, I had to focus on other people’s problems. And yet, for some reason, this “it could be worse” attitude didn’t bring me joy.
It wasn’t until I went through a long series of trials that I discovered what it was I was supposed to be thankful for. I was driving home from work one afternoon and I was listening to the song He Knows by Dan Bremnes on the radio:
He knows right where you are
He shows you in your weakest hour
He’s making something new with your broken heart
I began to realize that through all of the pain and all of the trials, God was drawing me closer to Him. He stripped me of the things that I found security in so that my only security could be found in Him alone. As I was listening to that song in my car, I began thanking God for my trials, because through them, I was able to develop an intimacy with Him that I never thought was possible. I knew that through the struggles, I was developing character and perseverance, like Romans 5:3-4 says, “Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope.” I actually began to ask God to bring more trials into my life so that I could draw even closer to Him. I sat there thinking, “If people knew that I was asking God to give me more trials, they would probably think I’m crazy.”
The Devil comes to kill, steal, and destroy, but God can turn that around and turn it into something beautiful. I was broken down until I was left with nothing, and that’s when God pieced me back together into the woman he destined me to be. In my deepest wound, I saw His glory, and it astounded me.