I have had my share of pain in life-physical, emotional and psychological.
Some of it I’ve brought on myself and some of it has been thrust upon me.
None of it was pleasant.
But by far the most excruciating pain I have endured is the death of my son. If someone could have induced this pain for five minutes as a preview before Dominic ran ahead to heaven, I would have sworn I couldn’t have withstood it for five minutes more.
Yet here I am not just minutes or months but years later. Still standing.
How? By the grace of God and by choosing to transform that pain into something besides just pain.
I cannot ignore the pain. It has changed me. But I won’t let it dominate me.
Instead I let is goad me into being a better me than I might have been if my heart were whole and unbroken.
I am gentler, more eager to listen to hurting hearts.
I am less likely to judge others and more likely to lend a helping hand. I am committed to walk gently through this life and to cause as little harm as possible and bring as much joy as is mine to give.
I definitely walk with a limp.
But I won’t let it stop me from walking.
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