Running from pain

This year or so has been a year of learning that you can’t run away from pain. The other day, I had something really tough happen to me that ripped my heart out. I don’t know if it will ever get repaired. I haven’t even figured out how to talk about it. I don’t know that I want to. But right after that incident, I got hit with a ton of bricks. I went and sat in a place where the tv was turned on. On the show, there was a young child, whose parents had died violently. With his parents gone, he now had the responsibility of looking after his three younger siblings. He would often go without just so that they could eat. I just wanted to weep. How does a heart respond to that? How can a heart take it? I cried out to God, I want to be there, but I don’t know if my heart can take it. I can’t, I can’t even take my own pain. But I think life is more than trying to be able to handle it. I don’t know that we are always supposed to be able to handle it. Am I going to turn away my heart just because I can’t sleep at night? No, I am going to press into the firm foundation that is Christ and I take the beating and weather the storm. By God’s grace I will not run. I believe in life I can either protect my hear in relationships, situations, and hardships, or I can love. Love doesn’t protect itself from pain, it loves even in the pain. It does not run away.

2 Corinthians 4:7-12

1 Corinthians 1:8-10

1 Corinthians 13

Hebrews 12:28-29

Luke 4:18,19