Love from Pain


[Today I visited my Ministry Partner’s clinic at a hospital. It was while waiting for her that these thoughts came to me.]

It’s when I am at hospitals that I am reminded of the extent of human strength, and the inevitability of human frailty.

I also cannot help but ponder the mystery of human bonds, and the beauty of this phenomenon – that of humans taking care of each other.

A mother checks herself in, hoping, or fearing, for the safety of her unborn child. That man sitting beside her, at all costs wanting to share this blessing and burden with her.

That teenager leading her grandma by the hand, returning the favor from years back, when she was but a toddler in need of guidance, when her grandma’s hand must have seemed as strong steel.

There’s the man giving up his seat for a woman, a stranger obviously in pain.

I look at all this, and I marvel at all this care, all this love.

And cliché as it may sound, I think I understand a little bit why God allows pain and suffering.

Yes, it is when I am at hospitals that I am reminded of pain, but also of beauty…

Beauty in all the care, hope and love borne out of it.


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