You never understand something until it happens to you.
I never really understood the pain of hunger, until I saw my children hungry. I went without so they would have something to eat. I now know how my mother must have felt while feeding me, and my siblings sugar sandwiches, because there was nothing else.


I never knew loneliness until I was left all-alone, nowhere to turn. And then I was able to see the tears flowing down the cheeks of those residents of the nursing home. Whose family had put them in there and hardly ever came to see them. One of which repeats daily that a family member is coming to see them, but the visit never happened. Or the lady that sits by the door every day, hoping to see a loved one. When I was well I use to try to ease that loneliness for a few minutes.

I never understood pain, real physical pain until I myself was in agony, pleading to God for help. I never had empathy for others with pain until I felt such pain.

I never understood betrayal until I was betrayed. The hurt envelops the body where nothing but numbness is felt. There’s no day, no night, only emptiness. And depression is something that has to be dug out of as if a grave black and cold. I have compassion for others whom are in that situation.

I never really understood love. Real love, until Jesus. No explanation needed……………

God has given me hunger so that I would feed the hungry. He has allowed loneliness for me so I would be a friend to the lonely. God gave me pain so that I would understand how others were hurting, and to better understand the pain Jesus Christ felt on that dark day of His death. God allowed me to be betrayed so I could see how hurtful it is. How very devastating it is for others. And how very forgiving Jesus is to us all.

Until next time Willard and I wish you heath, happiness and love. God bless and God save.