“Pain has an element of blank;
it cannot recollect
a time when it began or yet
a time when it was not.
It has no future but itself
its infinite realms contain
the past, enlightened to perceive
new periods of pain.”
Grief is a funny animal. Just when it seems to have subsided a bit, it raises its ugly head and makes itself known again. Grief comes in waves and spasms; it suffocates. And yet, it is in the midst of the most painful moments that God sends a Comforter to stand quietly by us until we can breathe again. The calming presence of the Holy Spirit envelops us as a protective covering, mitigating the damage done to our souls. Angels come to our aid, to walk with us when we can’t see, and keep us from stumbling or falling.
Pain purifies, clarifies, and penetrates our defenses, our walls, our masks. It both unifies and equalizes leaders, followers and go-betweens.
Time does not heal all wounds, but all healing takes time. Sometimes we don’t heal. But we can rest assured that though our outward man – our body – perishes by the day, inwardly our spirit grows ever stronger and stronger.