I wrote this about 2010 for our local Church newsletter.
“God won’t let me be ill. He loves me and has the power to heal, so I’ll be well soon.” As the days turned into months, I added a bargaining approach to my pleas, “If the Lord will restore my health, then I will be such a diligent servant.” Slowly, my hope of making a deal which the Lord couldn’t resist, faded. My convert naivety gave way to a more mature realization that Heavenly Father, instead of merely catering to my wishes for ease, loves me enough to give me what is best for me.
I began to wonder what I was to learn from this experience. I optimistically hoped to learn the lesson quickly, then move onto something more fun. When the months became years, I finally began to accept that the Lord knew what experiences I needed to encourage me to grow. As this sense of purpose in life developed, I no longer felt frustrated. At last, I could look at problems as opportunities, even as exciting challenges, like solving a tough puzzle.