Sometimes I wonder why we have to undergo living in an imperfect world such as ours. If there is really a God, is He powerless to bring us immediately into the perfection we desire? I believe God can surely do it, were it not for the gift of freewill He has bestowed on every man. For if He immediately brings us to such a state, wouldn’t it be His will anymore and not ours?
But what good is that will, you may argue on. Isn’t there more disaster in it than blessing? Isn’t the evil and suffering around us proof enough of the doom it has brought upon His creatures?
Birthpains, my friend. Only birthpains, with which His children shall be born. For without it, all that God can ever make are puppets with no real right to their Divine heritage.
The thing about hope is that it’s a positive force that shines the most when it’s dark. When everything’s going well, we hardly notice it’s there. But when things go against us, when our dreams fade and when we see no immediate reprieve from our troubles, that’s when hope does its best work for us.
"Where Hope Can Be Found"