Unless the pain leads us to that secret inner place where God is waiting to receive us, there is no good in it. And though I would not welcome her But bade her go away, She entered in. No moment was I free. And then one day another knocked Most gently at my door. He taught me how to live with her.
Pain comes, uninvited.
We have no choice. But the healing Spirit of God can only enter if we are willing to let God in. God make us willing to open the door, for if we do not share our suffering with God, there is not good in it. Dear Lord, as this new year is born I give it to Thy hand, Content to walk by faith what paths I cannot understand. And with His hand upon my head We just hold communion, silent, sweet.