We tend to think of the rational as a higher order, but it is the emotional that marks our lives. One often learns more from ten days of agony than from ten years of contentment. —Merle Shain—
Pain stretches us. It pushes us toward others. It encourages us to pray. It invites us to rely on many resources, particularly those within. We develop our character while handling painful times. Pain offers wisdom. It prepares us to help other women whose experiences repeat our own. Our own pain offers us the stories that help another who is lost and needs our guidance. When we reflect on our past for a moment, we can recall the pain we felt last month or last year; the pain of a lost love,
or the pain of no job and many bills; perhaps the pain of children leaving home, or the death of a near and dear friend. It might have seemed to us that we couldn’t cope. But we did, somehow, and it felt good. Coping strengthened us. What we forget, even now, is that we need never experience a painful time alone. The agony that accompanies a wrenching situation is dissipated as quickly and as silently as the entrance of our higher power, when called upon. I long for contentment. And I deserve those times. But without life’s pain I would fail to recognize the value of contentment.