From a very young age, I had an innate desire to find my place in the world. And not just any place, a good place. My place in the world would be a place where I was respected, understood, valued, successful, and recognized. But university was harder than I expected. I worked hard but couldn’t produce exceptional results. My expectations didn’t work out the way I had hoped. I was devastated that I would never get to that place in the world, which I so strongly desired
When I consider my desire for an easy life, I’m forced to admit that my desires align more with my culture than with God’s word. What am I supposed to do when Jesus tells me to rejoice in persecution and hardship? Or how about when James and Peter both talk about the joy that comes from trials?