But though He cause grief, yet will He have compassion according to the multitude of His mercies. Lamentations 3:33
What do you mean they wiped out the memory of what came before? Does that make it any less worthy of gratefulness? Maybe you don't have any good memories with her. I cannot believe you say they are wiped out. If you cannot remember what she was like before or the things you did together then in time you probably won't remember this either. You cannot give God ultimatums. Remember, He does not need us to be God. He can do just fine without any one of us and it won't phase Him a bit. Sure He wishes differently but He does not need us. He DOES see the big picture though, which is why we are not to question His ways.
There was a pastor who had always wanted a son and he finally had one, and the boy was his pride and joy. He lived for spending time with his kid and when he graduated 8 the grade the dad bought him a nice watch . When he was 16, another boy stabbed him and killed him in a back alley for the watch.
Devastated, and full of rage, the pastor needed more. He wanted to know why. Without saying who he was, the pastor befriended the kid who told him he felt bad about doing it, but his family was starving and he had sold the watch for $60 and bought food with it. When he left the kid, the Lord spoke to him and told him he wanted him to tell him about Jesus and share the gospel with him. The pastor said." Lord, I cannot. I hate that kid so much for taking my boy from me. I want him to die. I cannot preach to him when I hate him so much." That night an angel took him in the spirit up to heaven, and he saw a bunch of kids in white robes laughing and talking. He recognized his son, and got to hug him one last time. The angel then showed him a young man on a stage in a huge church full of people."Who is this?" " This is the boy you hate after you teach him the gospel, he will go on to help many others find the Lord and will be the key to their salvation through baptism and ministry".Then the angel took him to hell. He showed him another boy, burning in fire and hanging from a noose. " This is the same boy if you do not forgive him and he never learns of Jesus. His guilt will eat him alive and he will kill himself." Back in his bed, the pastor thought about it. He then found himself in a vision watching a man in his late 20's, drinking booze, robbing stores, and being loud and unruly. " Lord who is this?" " This would've been your son had he lived. He would have joined a gang of bad people, done some terrible things and would not have repented. He would have went to hell had he lived, so I brought him home before that. I want you to preach to the boy." It took everything but he befriended the boy again and told him who he was. He was shocked when the boy broke down in tears and sobbed, hugging him telling him how sorry he was and the Pastor hugged him and forgave him. The boy said " how? How can you forgive me?" The Pastor told him of Jesus. He went on to have a huge ministry. Sometimes, God's plan is the best plan for everyone, but we cannot tell that because of our limited sight. Like when a child dies a horrible death, but doctors are able to study her case and find solutions, and save millions. If it takes losing one for the purpose of saving many, is it worth it? Eventually yes because they will find their reward in heaven and once there, they will not remember anything about life on earth. Things will be so beautifully perfect in heaven, they won't want to! However those in hell remember everything about their lives on earth. Every word, every sin, every mistake. Over and over, it plays in their heads and upon entering hell, all the good is taken from their soul. All the love is removed from their being- all the happiness, humor, smiles and goodness. Gone. God is not in hell, so the things from Him are gone. So they hate in hell, they cry, they blame God, and curse Him. They grumble and scream. They thirst. They hunger for God, for light. For kindness. There is no compassion or Savior in hell. Just darkness.