I’ve always been a firm believer in the good. I can’t say I’m an optimist, I think life has weathered me into a bitter human, but I always hold on to hope.
When things start to spiral out of control, life falling apart around me, I can’t help but be filled with a bit of excitement. A wave I’ve ridden before, I know the good always comes after the bad. Always. It may take time. It may come packaged differently than I expect, but it always comes. And it’s always good.
The truth is, in order for change to occur, things have to get jostled. Seals have to be broken. It has to break before it can set. It might hurt a little.
When I was fifteen, I had my appendix removed. When I woke from the anesthesia, I thanked the nurses for helping me but begged them to please make the pain stop. We had to hurt you, they told me, in order to fix you.
Sometimes I imagine God with a scalpel, cutting us open to fix what’s broken. The pain comes and then somehow, someway, things get better. We heal.
You have to make room for the good in your life, and that often requires you to make a painful, tough decision to let something else go. You have nothing to trust but your instincts, and you’re terrified you’ll make a mistake.
Another great read, so true my friend. I've found myself thanking God so much lately for some of the recent pains. I never really thought of pain meaning change is needed, but that is absolutely correct. We heal, and most often come out stronger & better because of it. He is good.
very true, things need to move around in order for something to change and that definitely can hurt sometimes. pain is rarely an indication that something is going right, that's for sure.
I think this is so true…and it's also a positive way of looking at tough situations. Sometimes it's easy to get bogged down in the "why me" instead of looking for whatever positive there is that can come of certain things.