“God has made me fruitful in the land of my affliction.” (Genesis 41:52, NASB)
“It isn’t raining rain to me – it’s raining daffodils;
In every dripping drop I see wildflowers upon the hills.
A cloud of gray engulfs the day, and overwhelms the town;
It isn’t raining rain to me – it’s raining roses down.
Perhaps you are undergoing some trial as God’s child …
You can see the rain, but can you also see the flowers? … Your heart winces at the pain of heavy grief, but God sees the sorrow deepening and enriching your life.
No, my friend, it is not raining afflictions on you. It is raining tenderness, love, compassion, patience, and a thousand other flowers and fruits of the blessed Holy Spirit. And they are bringing to your life spiritual enrichment that all the prosperity and ease of this world could never produce in your innermost being.”
(from Streams in the Desert by L. B. Cowman, June 15, page 234)