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Tuesday, Nov. 04, 2003 || When the rain comes... | ||
Pain is no respecter of persons. While I have a firm faith in the love of God and that His plans and purpose for us are for hope and a good future (Jer. 29:11), there are still things that happen that seem to have no rhyme or reason, seem to only equal pain and hurt. I hate it, hate it, hate it, but bad things happen to good people. 9-11. Childhood leukemia. Idiot brother-in-law leaving beautiful sister and 3 gorgeous children. I think what frustrates me more than the fact that bad things � hurtful, excruciatingly painful things � happen is that I can�t do anything about it! I am one of those high-strung, impatient people who can�t stand waiting through a long weekend to call about a billing error revealed when opening Friday�s mail after 5 PM. I feel more useful if I am doing, not just being. Perhaps that is one of the motivations to become a counselor. I am hoping there will be times I can offer solutions, or at a minimum, something to try, to help someone get through their pain and heal and grow. But, as much as it chaps my glute, in this situation, all I can do � all I really am needed to do � is to simply be there. That�s it. Unless asked. It isn�t my job to be the hero. There is one thing I can do, of course, and that is pray. And I have been. Often. And you would think I would know by now that God whispers to us in our pain, so all the doing I want to do would probably merely keep the background noise too high to hear what He is trying to say. So, with that, I offer this song to the hurting one, and remind you, dear one, that not only do we have your back, He does too. When the rain comes When the rain comes I can't stop the rain When the rain comes lyrics from Third Day�s When the Rain Comes
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