This morning during our early (6:30) prayer time at the church, I was being still, waiting on Him. I was reading through Isaiah 53, and my eyes fell on verse 10. I stopped and reread it;
"Yet it was the will of the LORD to crush him with pain."
An amazing reminder to me that pain isn't always the enemy, and that if I spend my days fighting the pain, I may be fighting God. Wow.
It was Gods will, not even just to hurt him a little, but to crush him, dead.
So, is God in my pain? Have I even looked for Him there, or do I instantly assume it isn't his work, fighting it tooth and nail.
And pain isn't only physical. What of the pain of separation, the pain of loss? What about the pain of unanswered prayer?
If I look for God in the pain, I might see nothing but sorrow. Or, I may find some answers to life's questions. I may find direction and purpose and provision. I might see love and mercy, or so many other gifts of life, yes, in the pain.
I need to let this soak in a bit more.