Why does God allow His children to have troubles? Well, there are many reasons, but they can best be summed up in one word: benefits. He sees the benefits.
Tests and trials strengthen and shape our character. They make us better people and better Christians.
The story is told of a violin maker who searched for years for wood that would give his instruments a special, haunting resonance. When his search finally ended, it was not in a tree nursery or sheltered valley grove, but on a craggy mountaintop, just below the timberline, where the winds had blown so fiercely and steadily that the branches of the trees all pointed one way and bark had no chance to grow on the windward side. Wood from those storm-beaten trees had the closest, most intricately woven grain of any wood he had ever found. It was firm, tough, and strong, and it gave his violins their special sound.
Even so, when God fashions His children for their place in His Kingdom, He doesn’t put them in lush lowlands, but high on rugged mountainsides where they must learn to withstand the storms of life. Those who endure become strong and sturdy. They are God’s choice stock, whose lives give forth a special beauty.
The tests and trials of life also make us more aware of our own weakness and inability, so we learn to depend more on Jesus. Like the tree on the mountainside that sinks its roots deep into the crevices between the rocks, we hold on to the Lord for dear life. He proves to us in those difficult, desolate places that He is enough to sustain us. We turn out stronger for it, because we learn to draw on His strength.
Things don’t just happen to children of God;
They’re part of a wonderful plan.
The troubles, reverses, the sorrows, the rod
Are strokes of the Great Sculptor’s hand.
For every hill I’ve had to climb,
For every stone that bruised my feet,
For all the blood and sweat and grime,
For blinding storms and burning heat
My heart sings but a grateful song-
These were the things that made me strong!
For all the heartaches and the tears,
For all the anguish and the pain,
For gloomy days and fruitless years,
And for the hopes that lived in vain,
I do give thanks, for now I know
These were the things that helped me grow!
’Tis not the softer things of life
Which stimulate man’s will to strive;
But bleak adversity and strife
Do most to keep man’s will alive.
O’er rose-strewn paths the weaklings creep,
But brave hearts dare to climb the steep.
I walked a mile with Folly;
She chattered all the way.
But never a thing I learned from her,
For all she had to say!
I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And never a word said she.
But oh, the things I learned that day,
When Sorrow walked with me.