On Pain

It's never the big things that give you the most pain after the death of a loved one. It is the smaller, more intimate pains that sting worst of all. Simple things shared only with that one special soul. The pain is not so much an enormous wound as it is a thousand tiny cuts, each sliced at times when you would least expect it. This is probably how it was intended to be. God gives us just so much that our minds and hearts can handle, then the pain subsides . . . until the next wave. I believe these pains heal our hearts even as it seems to be breaking them. Only He knows for certain.