Pain

I was in pain yesterday and it got worse as they day went on. By the time I arrived home the pain was so widespread and deep that it was hard to tell where it started and ended. It happens. I took a sleeping pill and went to bed early and this morning, while not completely gone, it's eased. 

A number of years ago I was consumed with pain of another sort. I was in the midst of a deep depression and every waking moment was overshadowed with emotional pain and despair; I was barely able to function. I listened to in those days to an album by Mary Chapin Carpenter that contained a song called This is Love.   That song had a phrase that put into words what I could not speak.  This is the kind of pain from which you don't recover. 

Fast forward to today. I could never have imagined the blessings that were waiting for me just down the road a bit.  It took time, and help, but I did recover from that emotional pain.  Recover, but not forget, because when I remember those dark days I can find hope in any circumstance that I find myself in today.  Whether it be a a bad week, worries about something, or the kind of physical pain that can knock me over, I have learned that in my life there is no pain from which I won't recover in some manner.