Suffering is how we get to be more like Jesus. How we become holy. It’s the tuner’s wrench adjusting our strings so what we are to sing there in Heaven, we learn to sing here, first.
Refuse suffering and we refuse God. It’s that simple, that direct.
Accept it. But more than that, rejoice in it, “and from the ground there blossoms, red, life that shall endless be.”
Talking favorite hymns may be a fool’s errand, but my personal list would put “O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go”—and more specifically the last verse—at or near the top.