Pain accompanies birth. Failure burns out pride. Sin banishes self-righteousness. Seeing yourself as a victim on any level drowns out the possiblity that you should consider letting go of something that you’ve been hanging on to. Maybe what is happening to you is actually happening for you.
The archer pulls the bow while the arrow has no aim. How increadably painful and confusing to be stretched and strained with no reason in sight. Once the bow has given in to the calloused hands, the archer takes aim. With a force only comparable to the previous agony, the arrow is put in to purpose. The target is hit. The arrow gets to be what he was made for.