God answers well-intentioned prayers in which you submit yourself to His will, but abandon what you’d really sort of prefer. It’s too bad. (But actually sooo good. Just like it’s good to have someone else rip that old band-aid off your leg because you would just peel it off oh-so-slowly and take forever. Or to yank out that loose tooth you would otherwise just push around with your tongue.)
In Luke 22:42, did Jesus not pray, “Father, if You are willing, take this cup away from Me —nevertheless, not My will, but Yours, be done.” Yes, in the end, God’s will was done; Jesus died and was alive again! Easter Sunday marked the commemoration, in fact. His death was not pleasant in any description, but it was done.
I am glad. Saddened, but gladdened.