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.