Unexpected Gifts of Chronic Pain

Unexpected Gifts of Chronic Pain

I just ended treatment with my chiropractor of the last three and a half years, and I started sobbing.

Yes — sobbing.

Chronic pain has a way of taking you to a place of desperation and humility like very few other things can. So when you find someone who relieves that pain even in minute ways, you give sincere thanks to God above and you think long and hard about ever parting ways with said care provider.

But it was time.

I have had pains creeping, now constant, in other joints without relief or any guess as to the cause. After waiting, praying, talking with others, and trying once to leave, it came time to confidently end treatment with my current chiropractor in order to try yet another specialist with the hopes that a new set of eyes on my scans, my history, and me will perhaps gain me more ground in recovering a pain-free body.

But, I wonder often if my quest is a worthwhile one. How much money should I spend? How many different specialists should I see? Tests should be done? Self doubt enters in and I beat myself up (figuratively, because you know, I’m kind of already feeling beat up enough physically) with thoughts of others who have “real” chronic pain (the kind that has a diagnosis). I think:

  • I must just be a wimp or overly sensitive or too attune to my body.
  • I’m too high-strung, and my character flaws are actually the root cause of my physical ailments.
  • I think too much about myself and my body. I should pour myself out more into the pains and problems others are facing.
  • I need to toughen up and deal with it; I am just getting older and this is life.

And, you know what? All these thoughts might actually be true. But, it is of little consequence really because whatever the source of my (or your) pain might be, it is for us a context from which to live desperate.

Unexpected Gifts of Chronic PainDesperation is likely not on anyone’s list of New Year’s resolutions. It’s not something most people aim for, pray for, or welcome into their lives. But, out of desperation comes the sweetest intimacy one can experience, the most genuine experience of Emmanuel, God with us.

We so often want to do anything and everything we can to rid our lives of pain whether it be physical, emotional, or otherwise. We want to dismiss it, deny it, or mask it, but not press into it, feel it fully, and allow it to just be present without answers or remedy to take it away.

But, one thing I have learned over the last seven years of living with pain is that this thing that I would swiftly kick to the curb if I could, is the very thing that keeps me ever so close to Jesus. It is one of the most pronounced tools God uses in my life to draw my heart closer to His, to experience His abiding love for me, His mercy sustaining me, His ear bent to listen to my cries for help, His hands extending to be that help I need.

The pain that I often wish I could numb is the thing that keeps me from being numb to others’ pain. In its height, it heightens my awareness of others’ suffering. It fills me with great empathy. It fuels passionate prayers on behalf of others. The thing that I think is stealing my life away is actually what is making me live it more fully, more deeply, more keenly aware of what is worthwhile and eternal.

Today I am seeing a new-to-me doctor with the hopes that he will help me discover the causes and cure for some of the chronic pain I experience. While I still hold out hope to lose the pain, I pray I will never lose the unexpected gifts pain has given me.

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Briana is a truth seeker who wrestles with how to love God with all her heart, mind, soul, and strength and how to faithfully live Micah 6:8. She rarely turns down coffee, chocolate, red wine and soft cheeses. Eschewing labels and boxes, she’s reluctant to share she homeschools her 3 children and is completely sold on the real food movement. Briana “wears her heart on her sleeve” and married a “close to the vest” kind of guy, both having strong and opposite preferences for just about everything which makes for a “conflict more often than not” marriage, but one worth fighting for. She writes privately to order the chaos in her head. She writes publicly to encourage and persuade others of the one thing of which she is utterly convinced: that God is a big God and a good God and loves His people with an indescribable love. In her feeble and stumbling attempts to describe God’s love, she writes occasionally on her blog, Pleasant Places.


  • BelleUnruh

    I have chronic pain and exhaustion and so does my sister. We found out we were both sensitive to the histamines in food. I didn’t even know there were histamines in food! Anyway, with a low histamine diet and an antihistamine each day, we are both much better and can do more. I hope this helps you. I know everyone has different illnesses. God bless and keep you.

    • Briana

      BelleUnruh, I have never heard of that, and I have done A LOT of reading and researching on food. It’s the primary way I pursue health. I am actually having a flare currently of one of my chronic pain issues. I will look into this. Have any resources you’d recommend? It is an “idiopathic pelvic neuropathy” that I suffer (along with chronic lower back pain). Thank you for posting a comment.

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Unexpected Gifts of Chronic Pain

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