This is an entry from my journal. It’s unedited, as a way for me to wrestle with my own pain through a written form of prayer. I decided to share this wrestling as a “Christmas post” because we normally think…
I recently read this post and absolutely loved it. This is why art and fiction is so important. It's a way we can put on other people's pain, just for a little bit, and see each other as equals.
My sexy husband came back from a week-long retreat on Friday. Along with a backpack of sweaty man clothes and greasy hair, he returned with a poem. He had rewritten Psalm 56 for me in the framework of my chronic migraines.
I don’t talk much about what living with chronic pain looks like. Mainly because I’ve found most people tend to shrink away from the ugly parts of life. And pain is very ugly.
Sometimes I think we underestimate the strength needed to face all the bad and still choose love.
Hey there Sunshine,
I know the past couple days have been hard.
Sure, the To-Do List got hacked down a couple line items, which is always worth throwing a fiesta in your case. You even managed to research electromagnetic radiation versus nuclear radiation and learned the two aren’t related. I saw the outline of your second book is coming along, too.
But that relationship you’ve been meaning to mend? The silent treatment isn’t going to heal it.
Pain can be overwhelming, a great fish that swallows us. The magnetic pull to shut down or turn to destructive means to find healing can be inundating. We feel as though we’re drowning without ever stepping into the water.
But to shut down is the easy answer.