Nobody escapes being wounded. We are all wounded people, whether physically, emotionally, mentally, or spiritually. The main question is not 'How can we hide our wounds?' so we don't have to be embarrassed but 'How can we put our roundedness in the service of others?' When our wounds cease to be a source of shame and become a source of healing, we have become wounded healers.

We tend to be compassionate to the extent that we have suffered the Passion in our own lives.

But by her still halting course and winding, woeful way, you plainly saw that this ship that so wept with spray, still remained without comfort. She was Rachel, weeping for her children, because they were not.

I believe it matters how you treat people. I believe in Heaven. I don't believe that this is it, and then we're done. I have a lovely relationship with God, although when I've lost someone or I've seen a sick child, I've had conversations with Him in which I've had to ask, 'How can that be right?'

In misery's darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan, And lonely want retir'd to die.

Don't be bitter. Everybody suffers. If you can accept your suffering then you will understand other people better. Be grateful for pain. Love life.

He will lift you and guide you. He will not always take your afflictions from you, but He will comfort and lead you with love through whatever storm you face.

Everyone here is in a lot of pain, and as they say, hurting people hurt people. Part of your recovery

Whenever a painful feeling or emotion arises, we should be able to be present with it, not fight it, but recognize it.

I lost my father. He had diabetes and high BP and so he died of kidney failure.

A teardrop on earth summons the King of heaven.

If we learned to float in sorrow rather than thrash about like a drowning emotional victim, We might find that it can be used to set us free.