qualitative or quantitative measurement
for pain.
It is simply there-
sharp or dull,
shooting or stabbing,
bearable or excruciating,
local or general.
It is unexplained,
uninvited,
unavoidable.
I was not strong.
I was not constant or confident.
But i had another much more
dependable source of
security,
one guaranteed
forever.
It is a merciful Father
who strips us when
we need stripped,
as the tree needs to be
stripped of its
blossoms.
He is not finished with us
yet,
whatever the loss we suffer,
for as we loose our hold
on invisible things,
the invisible becomes more
precious-
where our treasure is,
there will our
hearts be.
On Suffering, by Elizabeth Elliott
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