Walls and Bridges

Pain must lodge somewhere. For some people, it settles in their disappointments and becomes bitterness. For others, it hides in the deepest recesses of their hearts and numbs them, slowly builds a wall between them and their cause of pain. I think that everyone has been hurt in some way, and we all choose how we deal with it. The automatic response to pain is denial, and then burial. But it will resurface, sooner or later, and be dealt with.

Or pain can soften our hearts and make us more sensitive and loving.
From our place of greatest suffering can we minister best.
It can become a bridge between us and the hurting.
I don't want a calloused heart.
I'm all yours, God, break me and make me.