"We are so prone to think that these things that come to us are accidents, incidents, mishaps or personal injuries from personal hands. But after a while we learn that His hand is above every other hand, His love above every hateful blow. You get up in the morning and find everything wrong in the kitchen and dining room and you say, "Oh, it is that cook; it is that wretched stove." Oh, no; it is the Lord trying and proving you. You come down to business and find things wrong in your store and you say, "Oh, it is that careless janitor." No, it is the Lord trying and proving you. You open your mail expecting a check according to promise from some person. It is not there. You say, "Oh, it is this dishonest and unprincipled man." No, it is the Lord trying and proving your faith. You meet with a friend, the very one that you look to for help and comfort, and something happens to try you more keenly, and everything in your life seems to become a source of annoyance.
You say, "Oh, it is the inconsiderateness of others." No, it is the Lord showing you something in you that is wrong and that He wants to have buried away.
God tries us, proves us, and establishes us. It is not by a very quick process. "He shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver." He sits down to His work; He takes plenty of time. He will wait years with you over a single lesson if you make Him to do so, or He will get you through it at once if you are willing to take the quicker process and the hotter fire.
How touching is the love that will take so much trouble with all these little matters. No wonder that Job should say, "Lord, what is man that thou shouldest magnify him? And that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him? And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?"
And so He comes to you every moment, as Job says, from morning to night. If you would understand life as He does, you would see nothing but God; and as you meet Him in everything, you would see nothing but God's ever presence, and every unfriendly blow be warded off. Against every fiery dart you would have a shield of faith that nothing can pierce, and out of every storm you would shout with the great apostle, "None of these things move me."
- A.B. Simpson