Monday, September 12, 2016

Screaming Pain

(Substitute Amanda for Alexander)

Sometimes, pain murmurs in the background. Other times it throbs like a living organism. Sometimes it stabs.

Other times, it screams.

We are at the screaming stage now.

Severe pain can either shut you down into a moaning mess, or it can turn you into a wounded animal that strikes out at anyone who tries to help.

It is a terrible thing to witness such pain, and feel hopeless to alleviate it.

Yesterday was a terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad day.

This morning, I started to run around doing things, but then wised up, got back in my prayer closet (i.e., bed), and (“just happened”) to read these words:

“We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves.

We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed. We are perplexed, but not driven to despair. We are hunted down, but never abandoned by God. We get knocked down, but we are not destroyed…

That is why we never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day. For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.” (from 2 Cor. 4, nlt)

Early on in the faith thing, a dear friend shared with me that whatever it is, it is only temporary.

A day is coming when there will be no more death, or sorrow, or crying, or pain.

And every tear will be gently wiped away.
(rev. 21:4)


Susan said...

I have been there, but only for a short while - in that terrible, painful place where nothing helps. There is nothing that produces panic for me any faster than unrelenting and uncontrollable pain. It brings out the very worst in me. I think it is equally unbearable to watch a child in that situation and feel so incredibly helpless. I am praying for Amie and praying for you. Always.

Elizabeth, John, Jack, and Luke said...

What a beautiful reminder as you travel this very "painful" road again. Praying the pain is replaced with peace and comfort. Sending lots of love.

oby dupree said...

Praying for this hurricane of pain to cease!
Praying for after the storm to come.
I believe in the rainbow.

The Retarded Mother said...

Oh my goodness. I am just so sorry that there is so much pain. I can hear myself saying, "But this isn't fair. It is not fair." That seems to be my default mantra to your/Amie's situation. And let me cuss: Damn. Just damn. Ok. Thanks.
I had watched your precious Katherine speak these exact verses from a talk they gave at a church in Indiana last month. This is the second time in two days that this scripture has been shown to me. It is mighty powerful and so comforting. I hope that somehow it soothed a rattled spirit---that of a mama who is not able to quiet the intense physical pain of her beloved daughter.
Again...again...again...from all over the are being held.
Thank you so much for writing and for sharing your gift (yes!) with us.