What does pain look like? Can you see it? If pain had a colour what would it be? In my mind it would be black or gray however I think most of the time it comes carefully camouflaged in bright colours, Sunday best , glitter and bling carefully covering the black so that no one can see.
Can you hear pain? Really, you should be able to hear it when your entire being is a train wreck so loud that surely those sitting beside you can hear the clanging in your head. However often all you hear is a soft moan or an escaped sigh, or glimpse a tear sliding down a cheek that makes no sound at all.
You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
You have recorded each one in your book. Psalm 56:8 NLT
I think pain should have a smell so that it could alert us when it exudes from the pores of those around us. However it is invisible and odourless like a virus that sneaks in and catches you unaware. It spreads it’s toxins to encompass all of your being and yet remains invisible.
If you could touch pain would it feel cold so that you have to draw your hand back quickly? Does the cold wrap itself around your heart barely leaving room for it to beat? Does it linger in the air like an icy breath on a winter day?
The Lord hears his people when they call to him for help. He rescues them from all their troubles. The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed. Psalm 34:17 & 18 NLT
Does pain have a taste? Does it taste bitter in your mouth? Perhaps it makes your mouth dry so that words cannot escape your parched throat if you finally muster up the courage to reach out. Stretch out your hands.
In my desperation I prayed, and the Lord listened; he saved me from all my troubles. For the angel of the Lord is a guard; he surrounds and defends all who fear him. Taste and see that the Lord is good. Oh, the joys of those who take refuge in him! Psalm 34:6-8. NLT
When life deals out those seasons of pain it’s nice to have someone to talk to, someone to share what is inside, and hear encouraging words, a hug, a
“it will get better”
“I’m praying for you”
“hang on, I’m here for you”
and preferably from someone
who knows just what you are going through
who has experienced it before
someone who gets it
someone who really cares.
I think about the time Jesus spent on earth. He knew pain. Everywhere He went crowds gathered with every imaginable kind of pain. He is the King of Kings but He walked with us and chose to spend time with those who were hurting. He heard their pain as they cried out for Him to heal them. He saw their pain and they pressed close to Him hoping that He would see them and touch them. As they stretched out their hands to Him, He healed them. After that they killed him. He embodied our pain when He was rejected and put on a cross to die for sins He did not commit. He knew physical pain.
The colour of His pain was bright red for the blood He shed for us.
He personally carried our sins in his body on the cross so that we can be dead to sin and live for what is right. By his wounds you are healed. 1 Peter 2:24 NLT
If there is anyone who gets it, it is Jesus. He heard, tasted, smelled, touched, and saw pain in every colour. He knows what we are going through. Imagine taking your pain to Jesus the one who can touch your pain and heal you. Stretch out your hands. He is saying
“it will get better”
“I hear your prayers”
“hang on, I’m here for you”
because He knows what you are going through.
He understands what you are experiencing
He gets it and
He really cares.
Stretch out your hands.
In his kindness God called you to share in his eternal glory by means of Christ Jesus. So after you have suffered a little while, he will restore, support, and strengthen you, and he will place you on a firm foundation. 1 Peter 5:10 NLT
Copyright 2013 December 14 Cyndi den Otter – All Rights Reserved May be used with author’s permission
I love spring. Springs means I can dig in the dirt and plant things. Spring means I can stalk the nurseries waiting for them to open so I can score a few plants for my garden. This spring I saw the loveliest lily. It was orange and gold and a delight to my eyes. I know, I have lots of lilies, but I did not have THIS lily. It had several buds that would soon bloom. I made the purchase, carefully propped it up in the back of my SUV so it would not tip over on the ride home. Okay, short version; it tipped over. One of the buds broke off and another was dangling by its stalk. I was distressed! Not willing to give up, I planted the lily and splinted the stem with toothpicks and a lime green band-aid and waited. I frequently checked its progress. I talked to it and gave it some TLC and to my surprise and joy it bloomed along with all of the other buds on the plant! I cheered and danced. (It’s okay, my neighbours are used to this). Its loveliness outshone the scar below covered with a lime green band-aid.
I thought about that lily. There have been times in my life that I have felt just like that broken and dangling lily, hanging on for dear life. During those times, God placed in my life a few band-aid bearers. They stayed close by during the healing process, checked in on my progress, and rejoiced with me when I was able to “bloom” again. I suspect you have all been there at one time or another, most of us more than once. Maybe you are there right now. Sometimes we hide our brokenness thinking we are the only ones but if we really look around, I mean really look, you can see splints and band-aids everywhere and wounds in various stages of healing, and sadly some that are just broken and dangling by a thread.
Our job is to help our brothers and sisters along the way. Obey those divine nudges from your heavenly Father. Allow God to use you to support and encourage each other and pray for each other while God heals their wounds. I cannot thank the band-aid bearers in my life enough! People can help but they cannot heal. Our heavenly Father is our true healer. He is the one who causes life to flow back through those broken places. He knows all about it. Jesus came to earth and endured all that we endured and then went to the cross to redeem that brokenness.
None of our pain is ever wasted. God can use it all for His glory and His good. Each and every one can bloom again just like that lily in my garden, in spite of the wounds! Do you know of anyone that you can come along side of and encourage today? I challenge you to go get some band-aids. Lime green is a nice colour. The results are beautiful!
The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; He delivers them from all their troubles. The Lord is close to the broken hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
Psalm 34:17 & 18.
By Cyndi den Otter (C)
Copyright 2010 July 4 Cyndi den Otter – All Rights Reserved May be used with author’s permission