Good morning…
As my friend has been processing her extraordinary grief, she texted a sentence that touched my heart. “I just saw a quote,” she wrote. “The pain is the leftover love you don’t get to give.”
Fires, floods, feuds.
Loss, lethargy, loneliness.
Death, disasters, depression.
Cancer, callousness, calamity.
Betrayals, breakups, bombings.
Accidents, addictions, Alzheimers.
There are so many experiences in life that can severe our dreams. We all plan on enjoying a lifetime of love, but life, over time, can cut off our hopes. We are forced to process our aching pain, and our pain is the leftover love we don’t get to give. Too heavy to carry alone, we surrender our pain to God. Held tenderly for as long as it takes, we are slowly, silently transformed. Carved down deep, reshaped inside, we can hold more of God’s overflowing love.
The words of the wise prod us to live well. They’re like nails hammered home, holding life together. They are given by God, the one Shepherd (Ecclesiastes 12:11, MSG).
…Sue…
