That pain was good

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.”     2 Cor 1:4


She pushed and pushed, till she thought she couldn’t anymore.

Her pain brought out the cry of a child, and gave new life.

She woke up, fed him, an hour later woke up again, then rocked him for what seemed like forever, he wouldn’t sleep. Her arms hurt, her back too, she was exhausted.

Her child learned that she would always be there for him.

He fell down, scraped his knee, it was bleeding. He got scared when he saw the blood. His mom came running, took him in her arms, cleaned the wound gently, while telling him it would be alright.

He fell asleep in her arms. She could make a lot of hurt go away.

His best friend told a lie about him to his teacher, just to protect himself. He was so angry, he wanted to take revenge, but he had been taught to forgive.

He learned that not all friends could be trusted.

Her parents preferred her little sister to her, it was not fair, she got the biggest and best share of everything. She started praying and learning about God’s love, which was unconditional and fair.

She learned that though the world was unfair, God was just, and that was what mattered most.

Her friends ditched her, and she had to face the consequences alone.

She understood the kind of a friend she didn’t want to be and learned how to be a good friend to others.

He left her. Her heart broke and she thought it would never stop bleeding.

But it made her understand what love wasn’t, and when she saw true love, she knew it immediately.

She was so exhausted, she couldn’t even cry. There was no one, no one to help her, but she had to do it.

She learned how strong she was and learned to empathise with others who felt that way.

She, who was brought up in a very wealthy family, dug all the piggy banks in the house to make ends meet at the end of the month.

She learned the value to each coin, and learned to count each of her blessings.

At the end of her life, she looked back at all the painful situations she had been through. She saw how she had grown.


“My Lord God, I don’t regret anything that I have been through, because you were with me through it all. Nevertheless I look forward to being with you in that land of no tears. Thank you.”


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One Response to That pain was good

  1. Beautifully written!

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