Why Do Bad Things Happen?
My son Cameron broke his hand and my husband and I are headed down to San Diego to be with him during his surgery and recovery. My first thought when he told me his hand was broken and that two bones had to be pinned back together was what an awful thing to have happened to him. My next thought was, maybe not, what is it about this experience that he needs to learn? I got the feeling that one thing he needed was to use his left hand to develop a new area of creativity. As I write this I am thinking maybe this is helping him know that he is not invincible and will be more cautious with his body. Maybe this experience is for others to learn from. The growth from this experience could prove to be huge.
There are so many times we experience what we think are bad things, sometimes really bad things. What I have learned is that the worst stuff that has happened to me has brought me the most growth, wisdom, and peace. Of course the realization of what an important and powerful experience I had came after the experience. What I am wondering is this, if we approach every experience put in front of us as a needed thing, and stop resisting and complaining about how bad it is, would the lesson be easier to learn? I know that I am going to try to remember to see life that way and I am can’t wait to see how much of a difference it makes in making my life easier.
January 15th, 2010 at 9:23 AM
Tooshay Sista! I’ve heard the saying “Life is a Tapastry of our story here on Earth”, and I’ve come to beleive that even the worst, ugliest, hardest stitches that we encounter can turn out to be the most beautiful part of your tapastry. For every “bad”, I’ve realised theres a good to come of it. I’ve been doing some “assigned” voulenteer work for the Friendship House. It’s an organization that helps provide clothing and food for people that are in need. This “assigned” task has become the best part of my day, knowing that Im able to help others, and, showing me how greatful I am for what I considered, so little I have. Had I not encountered some “bad” choices in the past, I probably would never have had the opporturity to be helping others at this time. Life is full of lessons, some are easy , some seem horrific. But if i bear in mind, there are really no “right” or wrong” choices, just lessons to be learned, it seems to help me feel that Im “ok”, and I remind myself that Im only human here to learn Lifes lessons.