One day at a time

As we approach the third month since our latest miscarriage, I am finding myself less and less praying for the absence of suffering. Don't get me wrong, I do not care to have any more miscarriages, let alone lose anyone else in my life. I enjoy suffering no more than the next person. I do, however, see it's purpose played out in life here and there.

Since joining the blog world, I have been introduced to so many people's stories on their own blogs. Stories of hope, of faith, of persevering, and ultimately of God's healing power. I have read about tragedies I could not even begin to relate too. Some days I am so encouraged and some days a little overwhelmed. Either way they make "me" feel, they all speak of the God of the universe and His great love for each of us.

I have been reading through the book of Romans and stumbled upon this verse, "but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance: perseverance, character: and character , hope. And hope does not disappoint us..."

Of course you all know i love my study bible, and the study portion says this about that verse:
"We rejoice in suffering not because we like pain or deny its tragedy, but because we know
God is using life's difficulties and Satan's attacks to build our character. The problems
that we run into will develop our perseverance-which in turn will strengthen our
character, deepen our trust in God, and give us greater confidence about the future."