Never in my life have I wanted to own a sports car. Why? I always thought they were too expensive and not practical enough. I would have enjoyed driving a Triumph TR-6, but I never wanted to own one.
I took my girlfriend on dates in my four-year-old Pontiac Grand Prix, which had the biggest monthly payment that I could afford. The car guzzled gas like a thirsty camel, which was a problem even at $0.32 per gallon. So just before I got married, I traded that car for a new Volkswagen beetle.
Although my bride wasn’t very happy with the decision at the time, we later viewed our early years of marriage as “the good old days.” Why? In part, because the worries back then have long been forgotten, leaving mostly fond memories.
Our current concerns are what matter now, since we’re not quite sure how everything will turn out.
I feel especially blessed because all my tragedies have become triumphs. I have nothing I want to forget, because I can see God’s purpose in it all. But I understand that some people are still struggling with what they’ve had to go through. Some of us may have to drive the roads of Heaven before we see how God used all the tragedies to work for good.
When we’re able to see the value of the high price that was paid, death will be swallowed up in victory (1 Corinthians 15:54), and our hearts will overflow with praise. Then we can all drive our triumphs.
No suffering in this age would be considered with any significance if we could see the magnitude of glory that will be eternally revealed in us. — Romans 8:18 paraphrase by Frank Ball