Plants bloom at different times. If every plant bloomed at the same time, we'd never be able to constantly enjoy the beauty of flowers. So, too, our lives bloom at different times, and I think in His infinite plan of love, God designs it that way so we can always have moments of joy, even in the midst of tragedy.
What the heck is going on!? All I want to do is be settled. Comfortable, settled, secure. Apparently that’s not what the big guy in the sky wants for me.