God has taken me through stuff. Hard stuff. Stuff I didn’t want or ask for. God has let me suffer. He has not explained why and He has not always answered my questions or my prayers. I don’t understand His methods, but I believe He loves me. Sometimes, in the darkest moments, the only thing I have to cling to is the fact that Jesus died for me; but if that were the only evidence I had for His love, it would be enough.
There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere.
I’ll tell you a secret about storytelling. Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty… were not perfect in the beginning. It’s only a happy ending on the last page, right? If the princess had everything from the beginning, there wouldn’t be a story. Anyone who is imperfect or incomplete can become the main character in the story.
Peach-Pit, Shugo Chara!, Vol. 2: Friends in Need