Sometimes pain has words. Loads of words. Words of anguish, confusion, desperation, hurt, hurt, hurt. Even anger. Words that want to come spilling out at every turn. Words yearning for the gift of poetry, to be expressed in lyrical ways unknown by the bland sentence.
Sometimes pain has no words. It has only the hug from a friend who spoke words but you forgot them as soon as she left because it was the hug that mattered. It has the moments of sitting together over coffee and twinkies and looking at each other and not knowing what to say. It has quiet moments with a husband who courageously sings in the dark. It has the simple clinging to the knowledge that we are not alone. It has tears.
Sometimes pain has other words. A simple text saying, “We love u.” An afternoon of sharing about everything from pizza to babies to projects to sewing to books, because life goes on despite the pain. A lighter schedule with opportunity to say, “I want to make pie. I want to try a brand-new recipe just for fun. I want to smile and cheerfully throw it all in the trash if it flops because it wasn’t the pie that mattered anyway.” A long phone conversation with your mom. A long walk for praying. An old song that heals.
What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear,
What a privilege to carry Everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry Everything to God in prayer.
Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged: Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness; Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Are we weak and heavy laden, Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Saviour, still our refuge; Take it to the Lord in prayer!
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield thee, Thou wilt find a solace there.
Sometimes pain has only the WORD.
Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted. – Matthew 5:4
Your Father knoweth what things ye have need of, before ye ask him. – Matthew 5:8b
But I will sing of thy power; yea, I will sing aloud of thy mercy in the morning:
for thou hast been my defence and refuge in the day of my trouble.
Unto thee, O my strength, will I sing: for God is my defence,
and the God of my mercy. – Psalm 59:16,17