tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31428247.post4807926389579220399..comments2023-10-29T04:39:09.676-07:00Comments on Writer in the Pines: A passel of painMarsha Wardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15389060049107102815noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31428247.post-77646135709447962422010-11-07T10:19:47.248-07:002010-11-07T10:19:47.248-07:00In reading Braden's comment, it reminded me of...In reading Braden's comment, it reminded me of something that happened several years ago. I had a hard childhood (parents divorced, poor, health problems)and used to think sometimes that God didn't love or bless me as much as he did others. Then one day, when I was serving as 1st counselor in a RS presidency, I was sitting in a stake meeting and the speaker was writing things on the board, a list of all the different problems that women might come to us for help with. I stared in astonishment, as I realized I had gone through every single one of them, except one. It was then that I realized that God was simply teaching me, so that I have understanding and compassion for those others that I would come in contact with. Every thing that happens, even pain, has purpose.Gran' Kathihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00069373223375710168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31428247.post-39527150561069778062010-11-06T20:09:15.544-07:002010-11-06T20:09:15.544-07:00Marsha, I have struggled terribly with depression-...Marsha, I have struggled terribly with depression--especially on my mission and early years of my marriage. Many years later as a bishop, I was able to reach out to those in my ward and I believe that my struggling was something that allowed me to help them. This post is great food for thought.Bradenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08543019025938404436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31428247.post-14070621654229611672010-11-06T11:53:10.213-07:002010-11-06T11:53:10.213-07:00Oops - sorry. I used my blogger id instead of my ...Oops - sorry. I used my blogger id instead of my wordpress one. I deleted the other post. :/<br><br>Beautiful post, and I believe you can use all aspects of life to benefit everyone. That's why we have opposition in all things - to experience and learn. If we allow ourselves to, then we get to prosper, whether in health, wealth, whatever.<br><br>Have you read A Million Miles in a Thousand Years? Great analogy of life and story - he contends that we all need conflict just as a story does. I think he's right.aineschulmirehttp://aineschulmire.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31428247.post-66939604445397997722010-11-06T08:57:23.930-07:002010-11-06T08:57:23.930-07:00Pain humbles me, makes me more aware of what other...Pain humbles me, makes me more aware of what others are experiencing. I am learning that I can be afraid of it...creating more pain...or I can face it head on and recognize its purpose. Then I can focus on gratitude and serving others and helping them find the same kind of peace.Kari Pikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13855609339118198399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31428247.post-69874813262928914572010-11-06T07:49:52.864-07:002010-11-06T07:49:52.864-07:00I cannot speak for others, but for me, when emotio...I cannot speak for others, but for me, when emotion-generated pain hits, a good cry cleanses me, erases my self-pity, improves my prospective, and is as refreshing as eight hours of sleep. <br>As a whole, I dislike crying, and deny myself that 'pleasure' until I feel I can bear no more pressure. Then welcome tears, and some good, hard, shoulder-shaking, sobbing into a pillow for a minute or so gives me welcome relief, and after I splash cold water over my face, I feel fine. <br>The back side is that the longer I cry, the more time it takes for that splotchy, tell-tale redness to disappear from around my eyes.Anna Arnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113161361429342883noreply@blogger.com