A Tamil poem went around this week, and it asked a fair question. If it is the law that one small wrong comes back to you, then where does all the good you did go? Wait a little. It's still on its way.
The imbalance sits in our accounting rather than in the universe. We replay one wrong at 2am for years. The hundred kindnesses from that same week we can't even list.
Faith doesn't erase life's difficulties, though it does make them easier to carry. An old line gets the balance right: trust in God, but tie your camel. Believe in something larger, then pick up the rope.
And hold the picture of the life you want, because it quietly decides what you notice and what you dare attempt.
The good didn't go missing. It landed — in someone, and in who we became doing it.