I don’t pretend to get it: how our world is just a tiny weeny dot in the Milky Way, or how it's just one of the 10 trillion planetary systems of the known universe and more, or that it's a mere millionth fraction of the mass of the Sun. And we may not understand it too, how there is a good Father who controls and stays in charge of everything, whether they're jeopardy or jubilee in our life.
What the doctor had written in ink, I didn’t have the power to write over it. But on the blank canvas of my inside, there stands an invitation to write my story to a different ending.
Because this is the thing --- joy isn't something that happens when sorrow ends; joy is the transformation of pain into praise.