It comes and goes like waves breaking against the shore before pushing back into the frigid ocean waters kept cool by the lack of sun. It comes and goes like a winter gusts that twist around the street corners at the base of the mighty towers of this frozen city. It comes and goes like mist from my mouth as my breath hits the cold air and flares outward like smoke from belly of a dragon as it contains its fire.
Pain hurts just the same no matter where it’s from. A father watched his son fall again and strike his head against the ground. He rushed to hold him and wipe away the tears. Both together hurt from all the pain so different, yet the same.
A husband stood alone in that hospital room. He was broken and angry at the sky. Why would God allow his wife to suffer when he believed he’s the one who deserved to die? She was in so much pain as the scars from surgery revealed, but as her husband wept and he squeezed her tiny hand, his pain was just as real.
It comes and goes like waves breaking against the rocks as the storms from out at sea attempt to break the laws that bind the ocean water to stay beneath the shore.
Pain is just as real, no matter who it hurts.
Don’t neglect those suffering because you think less of what they feel. For each time you suffer tragedy, may it soften your heart still, that love and compassion for the hurting grows and blossoms in the spaces and empty crevasses of where your heart’s deepest wounds were carved.
Father, oh how you seek my heart and know my sorrows and show me hope. May you shape and mold me likewise, to see the same love for mankind you see. Open my eyes that I may never miss the least of these that you have placed in front of me. For in this may I be acquainted with grief that I may know and give the unrelenting love given me by my gracious King. For though the pain may come and go, like seasons in the year, your compassion never falters, without boundaries, and without compare.
That you show men this at all, proves your love is without end.