All I’ve felt the past few days, and for several days in the past few weeks, is pain.
What’s the purpose of pain anyway if it just sucks?!
It tells us something’s wrong. It tells our hand to get away from the hot stove, it tells us not to cut ourselves, and the pain in our stomach tells us we’re hungry and in need of nourishment. It tells us when someone has hurt us that it shouldn’t be this way. When someone we love is far away we MISS THEM and our heart hurts and it’s because we’re supposed to be WITH them. When were lonely, the pain is telling us we were made to have connection. When we feel violated or injured we are being told that we should be being LOVED.
I’m not a fan of pain, but it happens, and it has a time, a place, and a purpose.
I just hope I get what I can learn from it and I don’t forget to listen.
”we’d never know what’s wrong without the pain…”
