You've Never Been This Way Before

The ray of sunlight slipped through the gap between my curtains, and as I flinched at the glaring light, I couldn't help but think to myself that today... is a good day.
Genuinely, I have never felt so joyful - so peaceful.

A month ago, I would never have imagined waking up with a heart so full, so ready to live - really live in abundance: to laugh, to give, to love... 

It's funny how God speaks to you sometimes. 
A few days ago I came across an advertisement at the airport from LG which showed a city that decided to turn off all of their skyline, and as the camera shifted its focus upwards, it captured the colors and the stars of the sky - dancing, illuminating the pitch dark sky.

What if sometimes, the "good things" in our lives is the very thing hindering us from seeing the perfect thing? 
What if, the comfort of the four walls of our house is the very thing preventing us from witnessing the grandeur of the world?

I could not help but be reminded of Paul's cry to the Lord:

Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

Our natural tendency is to squirm from suffering, to hasten the harder seasons, if possible to avoid it at all cost.

But why is it that in the middle of my pain, ironically, I discovered the very thing my soul has truly longed for? 
That in the midst of my emotional dejection, my eyes are open to a love that extends further than I could ever imagined.

Have my heart been settling for the lesser things?
And if we depend our lives on the feebleness of "good things" how fickle would our lives then be, for those will surely pass away.

I shut my eyes hard at the thought of future storms, future tribulations.

Can I believe in a tender, loving God who relentlessly, tirelessly, work all for the best of my life?
.....
I mean, is there even any other way?