“Good pain is pain in service of a purpose. Bad pain is pain endured because we resist needed growth.” -Henry Cloud
When pain rolls in, dark and ominous, our future is determined by the way we choose to respond.
In fear, we can try to evade the storm—using substances, people, or possessions to numb the pain. But it will always catch up with us, gaining severity along the way. When we’re finally struck, we’re defenseless and possibly destroyed—victims of the storm.
Or, with sheer courage, we can reach for our anchors and weather it. Our anchors are what we believe in down to our bones, who we love with our whole heart, and what we dream of without limits. We must rely on them as we endure the pain, allow it to rip through us, feel the depth of its power. Anger, sadness and fear will toss us about, perhaps violently.
But there, under it all, our anchors hold us in place.
We must use this time of endurance to glean everything we can from the pain, learn from it, and make it worth our while. Because finally, the moment comes when the clouds part—
The moment we realize we can’t control what happened to us, but we can refuse to be reduced by it.
The moment we turn the crushing force of our pain into an equal and opposite force that drives us.
The moment, with power inside, we rise.
Stronger, wiser, better—victory, from the very thing meant to destroy us.
And soon, with the storm behind us, the sun shines brightly again. We are healed.
When we face them, troubled waters don’t drown us; they strengthen our soul, cleanse our vision, and propel us in a new direction.
So we gather our anchors and lessons learned, carry them with us, and set sail once again. This time knowing we have a hidden power within, and with it, there’s nothing we can’t overcome.