We are in the throws of raising twin baby girls. I’ve been working a lot of third shifts and no one in the house is sleeping very much (I get more than anybody). We’re a bunch of zombies and cranky zombies at that.
It seems like a loving God would make children sleep more, at least more consistently. And twins! That’s just cruel.
But it got me thinking. I love my wife more than anybody in the world. And, in large part, that’s because we’ve been through hell and back together. We have suffered, even at our own hands, but done it together.
I think that the reason children are so difficult to raise when they are first born is because it immediately binds our hearts to these little blessings. If it were easy, if we had a nanny, if we ignored their needs, the strings that tether us to each other would be weakened and easily broken in the storms ahead.
I’m pretty sure that’s why God allows suffering in the world.
I’ve heard so many using that argument to prove He doesn’t exist. I’m pretty sure that it proves His existence and the type of God He is, that he puts us in a crucible that draws us to depend on Him completely and never want to stray from His side. I’m pretty sure that we see Him more clearly and love Him more because of the suffering He allows.