25 Jan Under the knife…
It made me think.
There are so many things in my life that have been painful or difficult. Things that broke my heart or challenged me beyond what I thought I could handle. But as I look back I can see a purpose to it. I have seen good come of it.
The hardest things I have gone through have made me stronger. If nothing else they have given me more understanding and compassion for others who struggle with similar trials. And even more, they increase my confidence as I overcome them–less fear of small things because I survived bigger ones.It makes me more aware of when things are good. They have taught me gratitude.
As I center myself and look back on things I honestly would not change what I have gained. Even if it meant sparing myself grief. I think one of my deepest concerns is that I will become complacent, or shallow or –perish the thought–clueless. So I would rather go through hard things than float, rather pass through the refiner’s fire to make me stronger.
The operation on my boy gave him speech. Now he has words. Much like my struggles have given me words… understanding. Some day, I know my little boy will look back and realize that some of the things that hurt him most, did him the best good. And that’s great to know.