Isn't this just like what God does with our hurts and disappointments?
(1952) A woman friend of John Ruskin once received as a gift a beautiful
handkerchief which she highly prized. One day as she was writing, a drop of
ink fell on it, and it was apparently ruined. Sometime later the great
artist-writer was a guest in her home. Having heard of his hostess's
accident, he asked first to see the handkerchief; then, to take it home with
him. A few days later it was sent back, more beautiful than it was at first.
What had he done? With his own deft hands he had painted on the cloth an
exquisite picture, using the blot as a basis for it.