This morning is one of the times I’d like to back up Father Time 48 hours and try again.  Everyone knows that life’s road has curves, bumps, ruts, etc. in it.  We can easily have this conversation.  Well, when we come to these obstacles in real life, they are only later on called bumps, ruts, etc.  When they actually occur they are called hurtful words, gossip, anger and more.  These cut into the road causing one to swerve to miss them only to find there is another one there that one hits head on.  I’m attempting to paint a word-picture of this weekend.

I got to a quartet practice last night full of hurt and needing to simply tell it to someone I could trust.  As I got there I only found they had their own hurt and needed to tell someone.  I ended listening to them and having practice carrying home the weight of my own.  I got home to company who had come to spend the night so I couldn’t talk with them either.  This morning I realize that my personal hurts of the weekend are happening all the time all over the world with others.  How does our Heavenly Father deal with this?  The pain of just my own cripples me.  As I’ve begun to journal to Father God it seems He is wanting me to better know the hurt around me and in me.  I truly do know that I’d learned well how to shield myself from the pain of hurt as a child growing up.  I don’t want to go back into that shell, but I can sure see why we humans do so–the pain is real and awful.

I know that pain is attached to wounds and healing.  The pains of this weekend attach to exactly this.  God has reminded me yet again that He is working and this is the work He does.  I’ve given it to Him and thanked Him for what He is doing even though I don’t see anything at the present.  I’m needing to be reminded that Trust is a powerful word at this time.