In His wisdom, He changes circumstances the way I change my clothes. He takes a situation, molds it through His method and alters me. Well, He alters me if I allow it. Sometimes, I do. Sometimes, I fight. I am a fighter. I always have been, as a stubbornness lies at the heart of me.
He never relents. He never gives up. Love never gives up, never holds a grudge. Love just keeps on changing the circumstances, changing the point of view, opening a door here, closing a window there.
Sooner or later, I walk through the open one since I have bloodied my face on the closed one.
All through this battle of wills, God keeps His hand on mine. His touch is so gentle though extraordinarily firm and demanding. Talk about falling into a living fire! The dross burns off. A silver lining remains.