Hi -- it's me, Jennifer. I'm a rose-colored glasses-wearing, everything will turn out for the best optimist.
Part of it is my faith -- my faith that God is in control and knows what He's doing. But a lot of it is my genetic makeup, I think. Denial helps a bit too ("Oh, let's not think about that. Let's focus on the positive.").
Recently I've been hit with some really bad things. They haven't happened to me, but to those I know and love, and I think that's worse. You see, I know that I can endure hardship. I know that God has used my trials to strengthen me and to refine me. I know that.
But do others? I don't know. I want to spare them the pain of finding out. Spare them the frequent result of that pain -- bitterness and loss of faith.
Breast cancer. A father's death leaving behind two very very young children. These are the bad things of which I speak.
Sometimes bad things happen. And sometimes it shakes me. I know that I'll endure, and I can only pray that they will too.