Communal Suffering

As I write this my inner ear is throbbing from an ear infection that wasn’t correctly diagnosed and has persisted way too long than it should have. Carl is also going to the vet to get his ear checked out for a possible ear infection. Even though he can’t tell anyone about his pain, it is clear from his lethargic demeanor that he is not feeling well.

The pain has interrupted my thoughts and made ordinary household chores more difficult to complete. All I want to do is sleep and dismiss the discomfort from my consciousness. But life has other plans for me and I need to persist or I will lose a valuable lesson that can’t be learned from being comatose.

Whenever I am in pain, I usually just focus on how to make it go away and move on with my life. But maybe there is a deeper meaning for this discomfort that can only be revealed in the midst of it.  Job suffered far more than me and even though most of us question God in allowing such suffering, this story has given me an inner peace that helps me tolerate the constant piercing ache.

Job was a righteous man that started off with so much. Satan wanted to prove to God that if he could strip away all Job had and leave him in intense pain, that Job would curse God instead of trust him. So God allows Satan to have his children killed, his livestock destroyed, and his body ravished with painful boils. And to make it even worse, Satan uses Job’s three best friends to accuse him of being a wicked sinner. For months, Job was tormented by the unbearable pain and constant assault of his friend’s words.

But in the midst of all this suffering and the lack of knowledge of why God was allowing this to happen, Job states in Job 13:15 “Though he slay me, I will hope in him.” Why would Job believe this after all that had happened to him?  Why do we so easily want to blame God for our own personal sufferings but ignore him in our times of blessings? What can Job teach us through these words?

Carl just got back from the vet and sure enough he has an ear infection. He seems to also be suffering and finds a place to lay down and rest. Without my knowledge, he has pulled my pillow down from the couch and made it his bed. He is too peaceful to push off and so I give him a couple of minutes to sleep off the pain before retrieving it and changing the pillow case. A smile crosses my face as I think about the bond that we share through our common suffering. Could this communal suffering be for my good? I am thinking so.

Carl’s sick bed

Published by Cora Darrah

Hello. My name is Cora. I live in Durham, North Carolina with my husband and two French Bulldogs, Vern and Bee. For thirty-two years, I taught children with unique needs. When I was eligible for retirement, I decided it was time to explore life from a different perspective. So with pen and paper, I have taken up blogging about two of the most extraordinary pets I know. More important than my pooches, is my relationship with God. I love God! He has blessed me with the gift of writing and I want to share what he is teaching me as I look through the eyes of four legged friends. So if you would like to experience how God works in all his creatures, join us on our adventure! When I first started blogging, my Frenchie, Carl inspired me through his crazy antics. But as life has it, Carl had to leave this world at the tender age of four. After a period of mourning for my little guy, I brought Vern home where he has ruled the roost. Oh, did I mention Bee, the Frenchie with a girl attitude and enough spunk to keep Vern in line. Come along beside us as we dive into God’s word and learn morsels of the treasures that only the scriptures can teach us. Vern and Bee would love to get to know you as well, so please feel free to follow us and share your comments….

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