In Christian circles, we’re told that one of the worst things you can say to someone suffering is that God has a plan. It’s not a great thing to say when the initial reaction would be, “That plan sucks!” It’s cold and minimizes the reality of the suffering.
And yet, as my Fibro dance grinds on, I have to consider the fact that God either ordained this, or allowed it. If that’s the case, it’s not random happenstance. There’s a purpose behind it. I’m supposed to take this experience and do something with it–other than become crotchety and bitter.
When something happens that you consider bad, why not consider the possibility that God ordained or allowed it, then assume he didn’t allow it because he’s a vindictive bastard trying to get back at you for that thing you did the other day?
What if it’s not bad, just difficult? What if you can use the challenging situation you’re in to make yourself better and help other people in a similar situation?
If you have to go through hell, why not be greedy about it and demand something in return for the shitstorm?
It requires a lot of work, but if there’s purpose in the pain, it’s not just this burden you have to shoulder every day. It’s a catalyst for something that wouldn’t have otherwise happened.
These blog posts–the journaling I’m doing, the study of stoic philosophy, the commitment to do something physical every single day (even if it’s just 45 minutes of stretching)–they’re all an effort to find the purpose in a difficult situation.
It’s hard work a lot of the time, but it makes the overall process easier.
And it allows me to maybe add something positive, especially if you’re struggling, too.