I don’t like to feel pain.
Pain is like a sword that rips through my flesh or my soul, and it brings blood, and deep scares. Pain often takes my breath away.
And when I am in pain, my entire focus is on getting rid of it.
But as great as relief feels and as wonderful as it is to be able to think straight again, relief for the sake of relief is never a solution. The stress of the pain might be temporarily gone, but there is no true healing in simple relief.
Because pain is an announcement that something is wrong—like a warning, a distress call. I can mask it all I want, but the reason for the pain exists still beneath the surface, calling for my attention. Telling me of possible danger ahead, urging me to (re)act now rather than later.
Whether the pain is physical, emotional, mental, social or spiritual, we ought to see it as a language. We ought to be thankful for it.
Because if we do not feel pain, we are not warned, and we might hurt ourselves. And if it wasn’t for pain, we would not know the joy of conflict resolved. Or of the soul at peace after the storm. Or the delight of working against what works against us, the hard work of changing on the inside because we would honestly rather the pain of discipline than the pain of regret.
If we did not feel pain, we would not know comfort.
We would not know the joy of no pain.
Pain is a language that teaches us the love of my Father. It makes us taste it all the way down to our toes.
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