Meditation #3 - I Choose To HOPE

Pain is not beautiful, but for me, it is a blessing. It forms the negative to the intense and overflowing positive that surrounds me.

I hope it does the same for you.

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I would like to find beauty in pain. But in my limited lifetime, I have yet to find it. But the thing I have noticed is that pain comes in waves, it ebbs and flows. It comes. It goes.

 

There are different ways I handle this. Sometimes I will curl up in bed and watch a TV program or read a good book. These distract and pass the time between the ebbing and flowing. Sometimes I'll chat with friends, play games. Sometimes I will cry.

 

Other times I will dip in a hot bath. The flood of warmth and minerals washes over me and soothes and calms. I trick my mind for awhile and the hot water slows my brain's pain processing so I can catch my breath.

 

But, perhaps I've been given a gift. What others may take for granted, bodies that work like they are supposed to. Bodies that heal like they are supposed to. Bodies that don't call again and again for relief. I don't take that for granted. I can't.

 

I get to celebrate when the pain ebbs. Can I say I feel refreshed? I get to see again the beauty all around me. I get to grin when I run across the livingroom with my dogs, before I collapse on the sofa, panting and gritting my teeth until it passes.

 

No, there is no beauty in pain. But if it highlights the good, the beauty, the pleasure of hope and the promise of a future in heaven, can I really complain? Pain is not beautiful, but for me, it is a blessing. It forms the negative to the intense and overflowing positive that surrounds me. I hope it does the same for you.