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Storms

storms of lifeThe storm is out there and every one of us must eventually face the storm. When the storm comes, pray that it will shake you to your roots and break you wide-open. Being broken open by the storm is your only hope. When you are broken open you get to discover for the first time what is inside you. Some people never get to see what is inside them; what beauty, what strength, what truth and love. They were never broken open by the storm. So, don’t run from your pain — run into your pain. Let life’s storm shatter you.
The beauty of being shattered is how the shards become our character and our marks of distinction. This is how we are refined by our pain. When the storm rips you to pieces, you get to decide how to put yourself back together again. The storm gives us the gift of our defining choices. You will be a different person after the storm, because the storm will heal you from your perfection. People who stay perfect and unblemished never really get to live fully or deeply. You will not be the same after the storms of life; you will be stronger, wiser and more alive than ever before!
You see, it is our pain that connects us to all of the most beautiful parts of life. Love is such a marvelous pain. Birth, death and suffering show us the essence of life and teach us so perfectly what is most important and precious. We are all made complete by our pain. When the storm of life comes howling and raging outside your window; when you look that tempest in the eye, there will be a quickening in your instincts. In that moment you will burn with aliveness. Your total intelligence knows exactly what to do, because you were made to weather the storms of life. You will survive, and both you and the world will be transformed.
“When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm is all about.” ~ “Kafka on the Shore” ~ Haruki Murakami

**There is indeed “a time and a purpose” for the storms we face in life. I am more certain of that each day. Storms can make us or break us.  They are tests, and we must go through them to get to the other side of our pain before we can fully appreciate their value. Someone wisely said, “A lesson continues until it is learned.” The blessing is, storms don’t come to stay, but to pass. It is not how long they last, but how strong our faith in “the God of the storm”– who speaks, “Peace be still when He wills.
Be Blessed, Ebony G.

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MY HEART HURTS

531554_10151293191886736_262611408_n“Hear my cry, O God; attend unto my prayer. From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I. Psalm 61:2 KJV

An indescribable pain overwhelms this mother’s heart and I have nowhere to put it, but in this post. It hurts so deeply there is no depth. There is no bottom to this pit of pain. I am screaming volumes, but no one can hear the echoing silence.

On March 2, 2014, my precious son, my man-child, my gift from God at 40 years of age, was torn from my breast!!!  INSTANTLY KILLED IN A MOTORCYCLE ACCIDENT—in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye!!  KENNY 001

Officiating over 200 funerals–decades of ministry could not prepare my heart for this hurt beyond aching. Words do not come to describe this soul-wrenching pain that bursts from the seams of my love for this child—this beloved flesh of my flesh.

I will not—I cannot hold back – the agony is too great. My heart hurts and hurts and hurts–Day in and day out– Nights bring no relief.  I cannot will these tears to stop.  Lord, please help me!  

Grace gave us three glorious last days and promised to be sufficient for my tomorrows, but TODAY, I am sadder than sad—broken beyond broken—shattered with no strength to be strong!! TODAY THIS MOTHER’S HEART HURTS!!!

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The Pain of Loss

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“Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.”  (Matt. 5:4)

 This brief picture story reveals the depth of the pain of loss and the visible anguish we feel when those we love are seemingly permanently snatched from us.

As I understand it, these pictures along with the following story, was first printed in a French newspaper and has circled the internet for many years.  

A flock of birds had stopped on a highway (somewhere in the Ukraine) perhaps  just taking a rest or maybe they had spotted a bit of food.  A vehicle passed by injuring one of the birds and it is unable to move from the roadway.

Her mate lingers nearby offering solace and eventually he brings food to her.  On one of his return trips he finds his mate dead and seems to try to shake her awake and attends to her with love and compassion.

Aware that she is lost to him he cries out in obvious anguish.  Every time a car passes, the bird flies off for a moment but then returns to mourn, his heart clearly broken.  Shocked at her death, he tries to move her.

Eventually the photographer, concerned for the safety of the living bird, put down his camera, picked up the lifeless bird and removed it from the road.  The grieving bird lingered in a nearby tree, “crying” out loud with adoring love and reluctant to move on. No one knew how long he stood beside her and cried, devastated by the loss. But there he stood beside her lifeless body with sadness and sorrow.

I lost several loved ones in 2010–a Husband; a Brother; and a lifelong Friend;  I also have a special affinity for entertainer Michael Jackson, and was deeply affected by his death because of the common skin disorder (Vitiligo), we shared.

But, they are all gone now, and it is painful to think of the world without them in it.  Nevertheless, I have discovered, the Scriptures offer great comfort for pain we cannot explain and for loss we cannot control.  There is peace in knowing “our times are in God’s good hands.” God loves us and it has always been a part of God’s plan for us to spend eternity with Him whenever our lives on earth are over. God understands our pain and grief, so the death of loved ones is not a sad thing for God–only for us.

And so, I rest in the Lord and the comfort of God’s love.  I allow the power of God’s Word to heal my heart and trust that God sees our tears even before they fall. By faith, I believe as the songwriter has wisely penned, “Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.”

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