Remember when you would ask something of your dad when you were young? Sometimes the answer would be, “Go ask your mom.” You would saunter off to find mom and upon asking the same question, you would hear the response, “Go ask your dad.” 

Confusion and frustration would set in as you thought, “Why can’t someone just answer my question?”

Sometimes, God’s gifts are confusing. I wouldn’t call them “bad,” but I would label them with the sticker-styled name-tag as “hard.” There are things that show up in camouflage - not hidden in cruelty - rather, sheltered in mystery.