The day before the pain began, my wife and I were playing with Kirby, a small kitten we’d rescued off the street. During our playtime, the kitten bit my finger. I yelled, “Ouch!” And while I was staring at a spot on my finger, my wife looked at me, shook her head, and said, “For someone who heals others’ problems by affirming they are safe in God’s care, you’re sure making a big deal out of a little pain.”
My wife wasn’t being mean. She was trying to get me to employ the spiritual understanding to free myself that I utilize in helping others. Yet, instead of accepting her words as intuitive and constructive, I smugly thought, “Well, if that’s what she thinks, I just won’t tell her the next time I feel pain.”
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