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My eyes stung a little at Clarissa’s words. In them I was reminded of the unchanging truth, that God knew our pain and that God cared. That knowledge was what had kept my heart beating all these years. There had been dark times for me as well, times when all that kept me alive was that God cared about me and had some purpose for me. That the pain I felt wasn’t random, but that God had allowed it for a reason. There was some pain that I knew why it was allowed by Him, and other pains that to this day have remained a mystery why I have been allowed to suffer through them. I knew while I walked this earth some things I would never know, but perhaps when I reached Heaven all would be clear. But I suspected once I looked on the face of the One who formed me, none of it would matter.

Hearing her last statement, I was reminded of C. S. Lewis’s quote, “Pain is God’s megaphone to rouse a deaf world.” Why was it so easy to ignore our Maker when things were pleasantly easy even though I was grateful for all He had done for me? Why did it take difficult times and pain to drive me back to Him?

“Thank you, Clarissa, for bearing your soul to us. That strikes me as very brave.” I said aloud. Inside I wondered if I was that brave or that honest.
“It’s true we all have battles we must fight, our own crosses each of us must bear. Please don’t feel you ever have to pretend that everything is okay, you can talk to us. Our struggles may all be different, but each of us are called to love God’s people, and it’s difficult to love someone you don’t really know. Let us all be honest with one another.”