I am diverging for a moment from my usual format because I wanted to share a wonderful little poem from my Pastor on how to handle pain. It was a great blessing to me, so I wanted to pass it on. Perhaps you will be able to share it with some of your patients to encourage them.
PAIN knocked upon my door and said That she had come to stay;
And though I would not welcome her, But bade her go away.
She entered in, Like my own shadow, She followed after me.
And from her stabbing, stinging sword, No moment was I free.
And then one day another knocked Most gently at my door.
I cried, “No. Pain is living here, There is not room for more.”
And then I heard His tender voice, “Tis I, be not afraid.”
And from the day He entered in–The difference it made!
For though He did not bid her leave (My strange unwelcome guest,)
He taught me how to live with her. Oh, I had never guessed
That we could dwell so sweetly here, My Lord and Pain and I,
Within this fragile house of clay While years slip slowly by!
Blessed be… the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us IN all our tribulation…” II Corinthians 1:3, 4a
Help me to be more aware of others’ heartaches and to comfort them with the love of Christ.