It's so beautiful, now.
At the time, this came from a place of pain: trying to trust God while sorting through the appalling love that allowed my aunt's sudden death, a month before. It was hard.
Or I can remember when I found out Grandpa had cancer, which was bad enough on its own. Once I got past the initial shock, however, the toughest part was wrestling with the fact that he still didn't believe in God, that he might not go to Heaven. And that even if that occurred, God is still good?
Another hard truth to swallow.
But in this case, God was so gracious in bringing about change, just in time. Just days before his death, my Grandpa said,
"I believe."
Praise God. He is so good.
