Recently, Jimmy and I were talking about how it is really uncomfortable to feel pain. (I know, you're thinking, um duh.) I think we are such a painless society. When we have a headache, we take medicine. When we feel bad, we look for a way to feel good. Pain sucks and we will do what we have to do to make it go away. I'm certainly no exception. Hellllo, I love love love epidurals.
We got to talking about God's timing, and how sometimes, he doesn't exactly move as quickly as we want him to. We pray, we medicate, we seek our own way, and yet the hurt is still there. We wonder, why isn't God taking the pain when he is plenty capable.
I've been in that place. Almost two years ago, what started as a panic attack (after spending a week watching and helping to care for my grandpa in his final days), slowly turned into month after painful month of intense anxiety. Every single moment was painful. I wanted to sleep, yet I couldn't. I wanted to eat, and I couldn't. I wanted to cry, but there were no tears. I was in this prison, praying out to God that he would just take it away. I didn't feel like myself. I felt trapped, and I wanted out.
When I realized the pain wasn't going anywhere my prayers went from, "Take this from me!" to, "Get me through this, help me to learn the lesson, help me just to make it through the next five minutes."
For me, there is no pain greater than emotional pain. And yet despite how incredibly awful I felt inside, I knew I had nothing that I was unhappy about. My grandpa was in heaven, finally released from his disease. I felt incredibly surrounded with love by my friends and family who knew what I was going through. And both Jimmy and Taylor were unbelievably sweet and gentle with me during that time. Everything was amazing. Besides the fact that I was in deep emotional pain.
In my pain, I learned to trust. I learned to live moment by moment. I learned humility. I learned the true meaning of joy. I learned to be content in even the worst of circumstances. I learned that what doesn't break me only serves to make me stronger.
I learned more than anything, that sometimes, it's just neccessary to feel the pain. It's important to trust in God's timing. Even when it doesn't seem like he's working, he is.
He always always is.

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