thoughts on {pain}
Thinking about this quote as I remember this conversation. Oh, to be refined by pain and not to fear it or allow it to control my life.
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::The Haitian Chronicles:: There were many “incidentals” that we accomplished besides the planned roofing project while in Haiti. The guys built a garbage pit, fixed a widow’s house and made numerous trips to Aquin. Meg and I became school photographers and sweated our way through three hundred and some pictures. It was a real work-out…
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There have been stories circulating lately. Stories about modern-day slavery and women who are trapped tight and dying slowly over months and years. And we see pictures and hear these tales that make us angry and horrified but they seem so far away. We may buy jewelry or bags or donate money with the promise…
The sleep-induced fog was slowly lifting and I could hear their voices. The pain-laced sound pierced my tiredness. “I know I’m not good enough.” He said it and I know it, that feeling of defeat. The ache of past mistakes and the pain of an altered future. I know them. I turn, slowly waking as…
Her story is the one that captures me. I suppose I should be caught up in the other-story, the one of promises and God’s miraculous gift of a child to a woman well passed the age of childbearing, but I’m not. I’m fascinated by her story. She was a lot like me. Sometimes a victim,…
Hi sister,
Beautiful quote… so much like those verses in James chapter one. ~ Blessings, Amy
*hugs* and lots of prayers.I agree that pain does have something to teach us, even if it just resting in Him and soldiering on.
I venture to say, embracing pain is the only way through it. Praying the way through yours is short.
Powerful! I missed something. Why are you in pain? I.recently decided that I have allowed too much living to be stolen from me while I wallowed in pain (physical and emotional) so I got on a strict diet and started water aerobics for exercise. I have a lot more freedom of movement in the water. This morning I was heading out to an 8:00 class and stepped wrong. I have Achilles Tendonitis in both legs and both ankles chose to give out entirely at the bottom of our stairs. I landed in the grass. Hubby came out to help me up. I tried to take a step and promptly collapsed again. I laid in the yard for a while with ice packs under my ankles. Finally … Slowly … Made it into the house. Still can’t walk, an hour later, and I’m frustrated by the set back BUT I have to acknowledge the blessings! I was at the bottom of the cement steps … Not the top! I landed in grass … Not on concrete. I was at home … Not in a busy parking lot or the pool. I was able to make it to my bed. I had ice packs ready. I already have muscle relaxants and they are doing their thing. This was not MY plan for today but I’ll go with it! Maybe we can pray for each other’s pain?
Oh, my! Ouch! I have tendentious in my wrist, so I know a little bit of that type of pain.
I have been writing some lately about different types of pain that we can face, living in a fallen world. This was just a quote that I picked up somewhere along the road.
Will definitely be praying that you find healing, dear. <3
hopefully you don’t hurt too much
Thank you, dear.