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		<title>Looking pain in the eye</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<img width="400" height="614" src="https://lisanotes.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/closed-eye.jpg" class="webfeedsFeaturedVisual wp-post-image" alt="" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; clear: both; max-width: 100%;" decoding="async" fetchpriority="high" />It was time to confront her. I suspected it would be one of the hardest&#8211;and weirdest&#8211;conversations I would ever have. I was right. Knocking on the door of pain is&#8230; ]]></description>
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<p>It was time to confront her.</p>
<p><strong>I suspected it would be one of the hardest&#8211;and weirdest&#8211;conversations I would ever have.</strong></p>
<p>I was right.</p>
<p><strong>Knocking on the door of pain is hard.</strong> I don&#8217;t like to. It&#8217;s easier to keep eyes closed.</p>
<p>The woman wouldn&#8217;t be expecting me. As I stood outside her front door, I was afraid but convicted. There was a question I had to ask. Only she held the answer. <strong>To get it, I had to look eye to eye into pain.</strong></p>
<p>She opened the door, surprised. She welcomed me in. We sat in her living room and began to talk.</p>
<p>We dwelled little on the past. <strong>What I needed to know was the future</strong>: Was she finished inflicting pain or not?</p>
<p><strong>That&#8217;s often the most difficult question of pain</strong>.<br />
<em>&#8220;Okay, you&#8217;ve hurt me, you&#8217;re still hurting me, but now what? </em><br />
<strong><em>Are you done or is there more?&#8221;</em></strong></p>
<p>Rarely does pain respond definitively.</p>
<p>She did answer: I&#8217;m done.</p>
<p>Could I trust her?</p>
<p>No. But I wanted to. <strong>We want pain to tell us, <em>&#8220;I&#8217;ll let up now; the worst is over.&#8221;</em> </strong></p>
<p>That gives us hope.</p>
<p>But can we trust it?</p>
<p>No. <strong>We can only trust God, not to end all our pain, but to stick with us in it until it finally is gone.</strong></p>
<p><strong><em>His presence is our hope.</em></strong></p>
<p>Not skirting around the pain, pretending it&#8217;s not there.<br />
Not trying to alleviate it at all costs, as if it&#8217;s our enemy.</p>
<p>Our hope is in knowing he&#8217;ll hold our hand as we look pain in the eye to see what it has to say, and trust him to show us where to go from there.</p>
<p>After I left the woman&#8217;s house, I sought advice from family and friends. I decided to trust one more time.</p>
<p>But in the end, it still didn&#8217;t work out.</p>
<p>However, I have no regrets about the day I sat with pain in her house. It was hard. But it was healing.</p>
<p>Not because of her words. Not because of mine. Not because the pain ended.</p>
<p><strong>But because God proved his presence mattered.</strong> He&#8217;d motivated me to go, strengthened me to confront, then advised me well on how to deal with the pain.</p>
<p><strong>He gave me hope, and eventually gave me healing.</strong><br />
<em>And that&#8217;s always the answer I need.</em></p>
<p>* * *</p>
<p>What pain are you dealing with today, physical or emotional? How have you been given hope in it?</p>
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<li><a href="http://lisanotes.blogspot.com/2012/10/3-ways-to-suffer-with-grace.html" target="_blank"><em><strong>3 ways to suffer with grace</strong></em></a></li>
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