Pain dutifully reminds me that the world is terribly imperfect, but it faithfully helps me appreciate the world on those days when it’s a little closer to being perfect.

I must be ever so careful to remember that my pain is a precious salve that when used in the service of others can heal a thousand wounds and more. And I must likewise remember that if I do not use it as such, I have done nothing more than wound myself yet again.

Perking up, the little girl said, “Is your head hurt mister, ‘cause you keep rubbing it?”Pausing, David said, “Ah, no. Sometimes it’s just the thoughts that hurt.

There is a purpose in our pain that is greater than the pain itself. Therefore, to miss that purpose is the truest essence of our pain.

The purpose in our pain will always exceed the amount of pain that was necessary to deliver that purpose to us.

Yet, there are those moments when what we stand to lose is greater than the pain that threatens to take it.

We have come to see pain as the antithesis of happiness. Yet without the experience of pain we would not appreciate the experience of happiness.

Might it be said that pain is the greatest tool imaginable that when cradled in the hands of the greatest God conceivable can do the greatest work thinkable in those whose lives are wracked with the greatest pain possible.

Undoubtedly, failure is growth in pain’s disguise.