All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.
God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort.
He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others.
When they are troubled, we will be able to give them
the same comfort God has given us.
2 Corinthians 1:3-4
Is there a purpose to my pain? Is there a point to all this
struggle?
I asked myself those questions time and time again as I watched
my husband suffer and slowly, yet far too quickly, decline. And God answered
time and time again by opening little windows into what He was doing with our
story. He allowed us the blessing of seeing lives affected positively and even
changed by Michael’s story and testimony.
And it helped. It gave us courage. It gave us a reason for
our situation. And having a reason somehow made it all a bit more bearable. We
knew these windows into God’s plan were a blessing. And we knew that not
everyone gets that blessing.
Is there a purpose to my pain? Is there a point to all this struggle?
I asked myself those questions time and time again as I
faced the demon of depression, experienced panic attacks, and felt very, very,
very alone when facing some serious and extremely difficult situations.
Relationships were fractured, hearts were hurt, and hope was nowhere in sight.
And…at the time, I couldn’t find a good answer. It seemed…unfair.
Was God only going to use parts of our story to help others? Was this pain all
for nothing? If it came about just to teach ME something, why couldn’t God just
make it plain so that I could learn the lesson, move on, and stop having to
deal with all of this trauma!
Is there a purpose to my pain? Is there a point to all this
struggle?
I asked myself those questions time and time again as I
endured the grief of losing my very best friend. I asked when I cried myself to
sleep night after night. I asked when I faced decisions I felt unprepared and
unqualified to make. I asked when grief-induced depression rendered me helpless
and useless for anything and to anyone.
And, slowly…slowly, but surely, God began showing me here
and there, in little bite-sized pieces, that…yes. There was a purpose. There
was a point. There was a reason.
In some ways, this journey has just begun. This story is
just starting to unfold.
But here is what I know now.
My God held me as I endured my pain!
My God comforted me in my darkest, most lonely moments!
My God never left my side for even one second as I lived
through my worst nightmares!
My God has fulfilled every promise He has made to care for
me!
My God now asks that I share what I’ve learned with others.
And He is gently teaching me how this works!
He is teaching me there is no need to resent my pain.
You see, my pain allows me to see one face in a crowded room
as it crumples in response to some inner pain. It moves me to head straight for
that person and offer a hug and a few words to show my concern.
My pain means I’m not afraid of the hard questions people
ask me as they work through their own challenges. It means I can truly hear them and validate their emotions,
keeping them from feeling so alone.
My pain has opened doors for me to reach out to so many
people, from all walks of life. An atheist mom friend asked me how I could deal
with the pain of losing my husband…and I got to talk to her about God’s grace
for over an hour. A receptionist at a doctor’s office has asked me for marriage
and parenting advice several times. I express comfort to other struggling
widows who share their needs in a Facebook group and I swap coping and survival
techniques with some widow friends who also homeschool. I walked alongside a
dear friend via texts until she entered her darkest challenge yet and I could
no longer support her in that way. Moms ask me for help dealing with the tough
stuff of raising kids, cancer patients feel free to share their fear and
anxiety with me, caretakers share their struggles and discouragements with me, college
kids ask for advice and share their heartaches, women share their emotional,
mental, spiritual, physical, and even marital challenges, and the list goes on.
I text, email, and use FB messenger to listen to, encourage,
empathize with, and counsel hurting people. I’ve taken phone calls and listened
as a young person shared his suicidal thoughts and his struggles facing his own
pain.
People seem to know they can
unload on me. I’m glad.
I write about my crazy emotions on my blog, and something
about that resonates with people. Sometimes they even tell me it is helpful to
them as they climb their own mountains.
I cry for people. I cry with people. I pray for people. I
pray with people.
This somewhat scattered ministry has led to an official,
although volunteer, position with an organization called Crisis Family Care.
The director, Butch Heath, does personal and couples counseling, phone or in
person; he teaches seminars and does marriage intensives, etc. all working
toward rebuilding families and marriages and lives wherever his help is needed!
He asked me to join his team answering email inquiries for help from locations
outside the U.S. So I have been communicating with people in locations from
Africa to Canada, offering encouragement, prayer, resources, and some basic
Bible based insight into their situations.
This is new ground for me. This is sometimes uncomfortably
new and scary. But – If I truly believe God, then I also must believe that this…this
ministry is part of the purpose for my pain. My heart has been changed
dramatically because of my pain. My mission for this season of my life seems to
be being available to hear and respond to the pain of other people. That might
mean chatting with someone until 3 AM. That might mean setting household chores
aside to text or talk for a while. That might mean dropping everything to pray with
someone right before they face a challenge.
I pray often that God will use my words, written or spoken,
to be an encouragement and help to someone else and lead them toward finding
hope and healing in our great God.
And in some ways, at some points, it seems He is answering
that prayer.
For the Kingdom,
