Now I've never known my mama to harbor unforgiveness toward anyone, but the accidental destruction of all that gorgeous Rosenthal china was a sanctifying experience for her. Mama has always found comfort in Scripture, and I daresay that if she hadn't trusted so deeply in the book of James's admonition to "count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds," those broken cups and saucers might have caused a permanent rift in her marriage, as well as a touch of the post-traumatic stress disorder.

And to be perfectly honest, I think Mama may have struggled for a day or two with the end of that verse, which assures us that our trials ultimately mold us into people who are "perfect and complete, lacking in nothing."

Because GUESS WHAT, JAMES? SHE WAS STILL LACKING THOSE ROSENTHAL CUPS AND SAUCERS.

Clearly James wasn't privy to the details of Mama's harrowing china ordeal when he wrote his epistle.

Naturally, Mama recovered. Laughed about it, even. She contented herself with her remaining Rosenthal Hillside salad and dinner plates, and I'll have you know that she still uses them, almost fifty years later. 

The Lord always leaves a remnant, you know. I'm pretty sure James would agree.
(~Sophie Hudson, A Little Salty to Cut the Sweet, p. 21.)