I Watch
I watch, Father, as my heart struggles to know what to do, how to do it, and how to bring comfort where there is so much pain.
I watch, Father, as my heart struggles to know what to do, how to do it, and how to bring comfort where there is so much pain.
We sometimes build a narrative of having to be useful to God. Oh, how the “God-using” language can exacerbate the uneasiness deep within us! The problem is that we stay bowed under this load, even in places where we should be free to express the truth.
Writing about pain is both necessary and difficult. Pain is eased by being moved and writing a poem about pain gets it moving. In Andrea Potos’ poem, we don’t know what her wounds are – only that the cello is speaking to those hurting places, encouraging them to become something beautiful.
At first glance, suffering and joy seem mutually exclusive. Yet, Chronic Joy’s “Suffering & Joy” printable resource reveals how the two are intertwined.