Why must it be that life must be so painful at times? Why do we do and say things that hurt one another and then turn away as if nothing had happened? Why does the church feel at times like a shark infested ocean? Why do we worship a God of healing and restoration, and yet refuse to offer even a crumb of either to one another?
Once again I am reminded that we live in a fallen world, that even we who proclaim God's name often find ourselves in a far country removed, we think, from His sight. And pain weaves it's cocoon around us and we find again that when we hurt, we are alone no matter how many people are around us.
Today I must remind myself that God never said He would take our pain away, what He did promise us is that he would be in the midst of it with us. Somewhere He is here, I can almost hear his slow, rhythmic breathing. But I can't reach out to Him, not yet. I am scared even to trust the one I love above all else.
But soon, healing will come, life will go on, but for now there is only the pain that will not let go.
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