I cannot speak to all forms of pain. And I won’t tell you that pain is pain.

There are families sifting through the debris of leveled towns from tornado destruction. For every wonderful story of a loved one spared, there is a sad story of a loved one’s death.  A woman with breast cancer has only days to live while another celebrates her news of being cancer free. A fatal car accident takes a life and another just missed an accident by seconds.

The stories go on and on.

Unexpected, unintended, unexplained.

Despite the interruption of a storm, an enduring strength for survival ensues.

God knew what we would need to survive.

Ice crystals from the snow left tell-tale scars on the hope of spring.

Having some scars is okay. You will make it.