The funny thing about pain is that it lives only in our minds. We can see its effects–sleeplessness or thrashing about or tears–but we can’t see it.
Once a painful season has ended, the pain lives in our memories. And it often looks different on the other side.
I wrote this post for The Glorious Table nearly five months ago, when Daryl and I were facing some serious uncertainty about our housing situation. It was published this morning, and I read it today from a very different place, sitting at the kitchen table at a house. Our house. The house that took a legit miracle for us to purchase.
I’m so incredibly grateful for this home. But I’m surprisingly grateful for the painful lesson if waiting, too. If you’d have told me that five months ago, I’d have told you that you were nuts.
Yet today the pain has faded, and the lesson remains.