I have the privilege now and then of
walking with people who have encountered deep and profound hurts in their
lives. They wonder aloud to me
whether they will ever be better.
Big hurts are so profound they make the very act of breathing hard. They sear into our souls to a degree
that we can hardly imagine life returning to “normal” again. And the hard truth is that life never
really does return to its old normal again. Our only dying hope in these valleys of pain (and it is a
type of death) is that we will emerge on the other side alive. Perhaps wiser, perhaps stronger but in
our darkest moments, emerging alive is enough.
The hard truth is that the big hurts of our
lives will change us. The question
is how. Buried in this question is also the source of our strength –
because the question of how we will be changed depends significantly on
ourselves. Will we become wiser, stronger, more compassionate people? Or will we become embittered, angry and
sullen?
Again and again I come back to a quote that
was shared with me more than 15 years ago: Hanging onto
resentment is like drinking poison but expecting the other person to die.
Sometimes we know we are drinking poison but it has become like an addiction
and it is hard to stop. Sometimes
we want to stop but don’t know how.
Sometimes the pain is so deep it is as though the poison is being thrust
into us by an unseen hand that refuses to let up. But every now and then, the glory of our human spirit is
greater than the resentments that threaten us. And in those moments, our spirits soar - sometimes
tentatively, sometimes boldly – but always with great courage toward a future
more profound and more whole than the hurts that once were killing us.
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