I kept telling myself I should be happy.
After all, my dream had come true.
I had been accepted into a music performance course. It was a highly regarded course with very few spaces, and this had been the focus of my efforts and attention for two whole years. I had never worked harder for anything in my life, and I had been so excited to find that I had been accepted, but only a few days into the course I was left feeling that something was missing.
As the year went on, it only got worse. The course was demanding, the atmosphere was competitive to the point of hostility, and no matter how hard I worked, it never seemed to be enough. I began to lose the joy I had previously found in music, and I was left wondering why something which had promised such happiness had left me so disappointed.
There was also the question of where God was in this situation. I had prayed, and I believed He had led me there.
Why had He done that if He had known it would be so disastrous?
Didn’t He want me to be happy?
I’d love it if you’d join me at Gracefully Truthful for the rest of this post as we look at what the Bible has to say about this question.