It's in the Pain

It's in the Pain
Ordinarily I don't want pain. Nobody wants it. That's why it's called pain. Jesus came to heal the broken hearted and in the process took away our pains. Why do I still have these pains? I realize that more than what come against our bodies to cause sickness are the things that come against our hearts to break it. More than the stress of physical weariness are the stress of mental burden. My pastor once told me that the burden the anointing is to remove from off our necks are those things bothering us. Of course, how many have I seen on the streets carrying heavy burdens that only prayer can heal, the burdens are of the heart. The wise king said the heaviness of the heart makes the heart stoop.  Sometimes they stoop like a bending pine until they break. When it breaks they call it mental illness. The sickness of the heart comes out of the unending expectations of the heart. Hope deferred makes the heart sick. Long standing thirst, and everlasting hunger waiting for good news from afar to quench and a good word of gladness.
But without the hunger the utility of the food is low. What I have no expectations for may worth nothing to me and become useless. If I don't have to wait I may not appreciate what I got. If there's no hunger for light, the plant won't grow. And the cut down tree will sprout again at the scent of water, the standing tree may remain stagnant swinging to the rhythm of the winds but the search of water keeps the cut tree growing.
I guess the inspiration is in the pain. Some would discard the pain as quickly as it comes. Entertainment, alcohol, sex, drugs, violence and so on paliate the pains and placates the heart to its total destruction. But I have seen great things come out of the times of pain. Great books came out of apartheid, marvelous music from the pains of oppression and slavery...and I have seen futility and vanity replace all that when the pains got healed. I guess it's in the pain.
The heart responds from the depths and character is built as the heart stoops. As the muscles bulge under extreme weight so goodness is birthed through labour pangs of life.
Are you suffering, find out what's in it for you...virtues and nobility maybe waiting to be born. Are you oppressed, maybe you are about to become a savior of others under oppression. The comfort by which you are comforted will also comfort others, you were in the pain to culture the vaccine of comfort to immunize those who shall thereafter be attacked by such pains.
There's something in the pain don't discard the pain with fleshy indulgences or you'll throw out the baby with the bad water.
Hope deferred may make the heart sick, but the sickness attracts the desire and when it comes it's a tree of life, an everlasting tree that keeps producing the once longed for desire.
Are you going through frustration, make a song of it, are you in prison, write a book, are you waiting read a prose, and if life is making jest of you, write a comedy otherwise you may never have the time to ever do that again because it's in the pain, only in the pain.
Pain moves you to the deep where good counsels lies. It takes pain to dig out gold, value is never cheap they are delivered by the bus of pain. A world built around the culture of comfort and vanity don't get anywhere. Soldiers worth relying upon are those trained in the throes of pain, your faith isn't dependable and lacks value if it hasn't gone through heavy and fiery trials. Many who now enjoy divine health had to endure the battle of faith in pain. Testimonies are born out of painful tests. Great relationship are built from smothering fires of overcome pains.
Don't run away from it, it has a message for you and your purpose might be attached...leave the drugs, don't react with violence rather engage your mind and squeeze out the good news in the pain. I'm doing that...do likewise! And be happy! Good morning! Share this and Visit evansademanuel.blogspot.com today!