We had a special issue come out for the three new bishops. It was akin to the last game of the season, or the final night of a play, a major exam or a “so important your job depends on it” presentation at work.”
I did all my research. I prepped as much as I could. I worked like I never worked before. When the issue came and I looked through it, I was full of joy and accomplishment—until I saw it—a massive error that leapt off the page into my eyes, stabbing me in the heart and soul.
How could this have happened, I thought to myself? There were things in place to stop just this sort of error from happening. I thought back through the process, and thought about how I could have done such a thing, until I came to the realization that it didn’t matter—it was there and there was nothing that could be done about it.
I cried, not so much for myself but for the person involved whom I felt would be forever immortalized in the paper improperly.
Why did God let me work so hard only to let this happen? What good could possibly come out of this?
Right now, I don’t have the answers, only questions. But I trust in Jesus and right now, that’s enough for me.
Have you had an experience that didn’t make sense to you at the time, but you realized later on was God working in your life?