Bad Things Happen To Good People...And That's Okay

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 A long time ago, I thought that unless everything was going perfect in my life it meant that Heavenly Father loved me. I became so obsessed with seeking favor with the ' Big Boss in the sky' that it would often fill me with guilt when bad things happen in my life.

My early childhood was filled with a love for Heavenly Father that could fill at least five Olympic size pools, yet I didn't quite understand the concept of why bad things happened to people who seemed so reverent and dedicated to living Christlike lives.

I was good. I was very good. People at school would call me church girl because I practically walked around with a neon sign which said 'Ramona's A Christian'. Then bad things started to happen.


IF HEAVENLY FATHER LOVED ME I'D HAVE A PERFECT LIFE RIGHT?
Wrong. In this life, we aren't promised perfection. I thought I needed to have a perfect family and a Hallmark storybook life or I wasn't as treasured to Heavenly Father. Most of my childhood prayers were spent asking God why I couldn't have the life of my friends.

I DO EVERYTHING I'M SUPPOSED TO. ISN'T THAT ENOUGH?
Who was I not to expect hardships? Who was I not to be rocked when the storms of life crashed into me. Heavenly Father isn't up there with a book filled with people who can expect hardships in the next twenty-four hours. This life is about learning to accept the bitter with the sweet and learn how to work through the challenges that come our way. Trials don't tap us on the shoulder and tell us its a trial and when it's going to show up. In the words of C.S Lewis 'Life with God is not immunity from difficulties, but peace in difficulties'.

SOMETHING GOOD HAPPENED TO ME THEN EVERYTHING WENT BAD. WHY ME?
This is pretty much my whole entire mantra. I had worked for years to get into college but a year after I got in I started to get sick. I took a leave of absence then went back. When I got sick the second time two months before I graduated. This time it took its toll and I couldn't continue. I blamed Heavenly Father for that but I see now this was a testament that I was destined for bigger things. I started writing again, I started this blog and I started my Instagram account to talk about my conversion. I've seen a lot of blessings come from not getting exactly what I want and when I want it and now I think I've learned to be content while Heavenly Father reveals his master plan.


Turns out the best thing ever was realizing we're not singled out and offered as these sacrifices for what happens when God wakes up on the wrong side of his celestial bed. I've come to realize that bad things happening gives us the perfect roadmap to strengthen our faith, grow closer to him and do all the work which is required to return to live with him in his kingdom one day.

Stay sassy y'all
-Love The Sassy Mormon


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