Trusting God in the Pain

A young woman went to her mother and told her about how hard things were for her. She wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed like God had it in for her.
Her mother took her to the kitchen and brought three pots to boiling on the stove. In the first pot she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed coffee. She let them simmer, and in twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She scooped out the carrots and placed them in a bowl. She pulled out the eggs and placed them in another bowl. Then she poured the coffee into two cups.
Turning to her daughter, she asked, “Tell me what you see.” “Carrots, eggs, and coffee,” she replied.
“Feel the carrots,” her mother said. They were soft and limp, of course. Then her mother asked her to peel one of the eggs. The daughter tapped the egg on the counter and pulled off the shell, revealing a hard-boiled egg. Finally her mother smiled and handed her a cup of coffee. Then the girl asked, “What does this mean, Mom?”
Each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong and hard. After twenty minutes in boiling water, it was limp. The egg had been fragile and delicate, but now it was hard. The coffee was different. The coffee had released its fragrance and flavor in the water.
