Problems

I think the essay we read for Friday’s class was pretty inspiring. Even though I might not have a disabled child or close relative, how often have I thought that people with disabilities only just need to touch the cloak of Jesus’ robe or have mud rub over their eyes to be “cured” from their circumstance. Often times we just think that…that if we only had enough faith or enough belief in God then surely would our problems cease.
But when we look at it from a different sight, maybe our problems aren’t really problems. Perhaps they do make our lives inconvenient or difficult, but are they really problems?

I think about all the times that I have grown and matured as a human being. It was with trials and tribulations that I was able to grow. The easy times – full of happiness and contentedness- those were times were I didn’t grow but kept skimming across the waters of easy living.
I even listen to today’s radio and all it talks about is living the good life which is easy. One song that I find rather catchy but stupid goes “If we could party all night and sleep all day, and throw our problems away: our lives would be easy” and despite the catchiness that makes my feet tap to the beat, the song itself is complete bologna.
This easy life is not a good life. The hard life is the good life. Your struggles help you believe that there is something more than just pain.
In that essay, he was a father who loved his son regardless of what others might have thought of him. He was ready to deal with the struggles of life, but he was willing to do them without judging his son and without praying for a “cure”.
I believe sometimes in life, our cures shouldn’t be for illness or sickness but it should be for our minds to be opened to what God wants. This certainly wouldn’t make things easy but it would help aid us in our trials to live.