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The Peace of Pain

I was all wrapped up in my thoughts that morning as I gazed at the  beauty of the colored trees.  The cold nights have certainly contributed to their deeper, richer hues of amber, gold, and crimson.  The wind seemed to sneak up on me, in a sort of hide and seek game, but I didn't mind.  No, I was focused on the peace my heart had found over the past few months.  As I was pondering that very thought, I started running down the path toward home.  All of a sudden, a gust of wind shot a round seed ball directly under my foot.  Instant pain grabbed my foot and ankle as I wobbled and bobbled.  Oh, here we go again!  Pain, trial, suffering!  I had to almost laugh, although inwardly crying from the pain, I was outwardly visibly wincing.  I had to get home, so I relished the fact that I didn't fall, the ankle hadn't ballooned instantly, and though it throbbed with terrible pain, I still could walk.  Isn't this exactly what I've learned these past few months?  Peace seems to come through pain . . .

Perhaps, our Savior knew that for us to get the paradox of life, He had to come into our world.  If he hadn't embraced pain with us, would we have found relief? Left to our own devices when dealing with the unfairness, injustice and hardship of life, we can become stressed out, anxious, angry, bitter and resentful.  But when our focus rests on Him and not our circumstances, a peace pervades the soul.  I really can't explain it, except to say, you find that you can walk, even run with a wounded foot . . . 


Today, I have a grateful heart for Jesus who gave me life, a chance to live on earth for a certain allotment of days.  In giving me that opportunity, He has allowed me to experience the darker, deeper hues of life that though they've brought me tears of pain, I've found such peace within.  My peace has been that with my pain, He's brought me grace . . .


"For of His fulness we have all received, and grace upon grace." (John 1:16)















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