I taught a class in Utah on transforming your troubles into thought leadership and creating your online systems for getting your message out online. During the lunch break, I had a great conversation today with one of my students (soon to-be-best-selling author, Cosette Snarr) about the power of pain and how resisting pain actually prolongs it.

What we resist persists.

I think one thing that has expedited my healing is immersing myself in the memories, embracing the pain, shedding the tears, and seeing the blessings laced within the tragedy. God’s hand is everywhere when we take time to look for it.

The joy in this journey has been every bit as exquisite as the pain. It seems that pain hollows out a deeper crucible for joy.

I never thought such a thing would be possible, but through the grace and mercy of the Holy Messiah nothing is impossible. I’m incredibly grateful for what God is doing in my life.

As I’ve pondered on this further, I’ve thought about Jesus and the immense pain that went through — more than anyone, more than all of us combined. Then I think of the exquisite joy and glory He obtained as He now sits down on the right hand of the Father. I’m so grateful for what He endured for me and the rich blessings that are available to each of us through His grace.

(By the way, I wasn’t able to record a video for today because I was teaching all day and on the road to visit my grandson in Idaho all evening.  But I hope this little thought gives you something to ponder.)