Lord, I hate pain.
I know pain is your gift; we cannot survive without it.
Thank you for your gift.
But I still utterly detest pain.
Pain makes it hard to do the things that need doing.
Pain scares other people.
It is hard to show your joy with gritted teeth and tears,
fighting not to weep or scream in public.
Pain lets me know when something's wrong,
but some things will never be right again in this life.
Pain lets me share with you, I know, I have seen it.
You are my help.
It still does not make it less detestable.
I've offered it up for a long long time
and I'm tired and sick of being sick and tired.
Help, Lord.
I hate pain.
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