This is what the road in front of my house looks like. It’s dirty, disgusting, loud and annoying. And it’s been going on all summer. But I couldn’t be more relieved to have the road crew here.
They are saving my life.
HOW FLINT SAVED GRAND RAPIDS
Before 2014, American’s never concerned themselves with clean water. That’s an African problem, we believed. It took the Flint crisis of 2014 to wake us up to the devastation caused by unclean water. It took the death of 12 people and another 84 people contracting a waterborne illness for us to realize the severity of this issue and finally speak up.
Because the brave people of Flint chose to speak up and fight this atrocity against a system stacked against them, cities across the nation had a wake-up call.
GRAND RAPIDS, TOO?
At the beginning of the summer we were notified our street would be ripped up and under construction for five months due to lead pipes that needed to be changed out. We had zero clue that our drinking water might have been compromised. But Grand Rapids chose to preemptively address a potentially hazardous situation so we wouldn’t become the next FLINT.
The good people of FLINT have suffered for 5 years as they’ve battled for the basic human right of clean water. But BECAUSE OF THEIR SUFFERING, I didn’t have to. Growing children in our neighborhood won’t suffer debilitating effects from lead exposure. Unborn babies on our street won’t have preventable birth defects due to lead their mommas unknowingly ingested. I can’t explain the gratitude I feel toward the whole city of FLINT.
Quite often, our pain and suffering, can be used to bring good to others.
Because maybe sometimes we have to suffer so others don’t have to.
AND HERE’S THE THING: IT’S TRUE FOR ALL OUR SUFFERING!
I was promiscuous in college. It was the darkest, most painful season of my life. But I made it even worse by keeping it a secret for 12 years. It wasn’t until I shared my past with my husband that we were able to work through the pain and suffering and find wholeness and redemption on the other side.
Now, I tell everyone who will listen about that worst season of my life.
WHY? Because it’s the ONLY WAY my pain gets redeemed! If I can help to prevent just one young person from taking the same dangerous path I took, it gives my pain purpose.
No one wants to suffer. And Christians are notorious for trying to convince us we don’t have to. (You know, “Just-follow-Jesus-and-you-will-never-suffer-again). But it’s a lie. Jesus was very clear on the subject: “In this world you will have trouble and suffering, but have courage, because I have overcome the world.” John 16:33
We will suffer. But the story does NOT have to end there.
LESSONS FROM A WOUND
As a nurse, I’ve learned the only way a deep wound can heal is with debridements – frequent and consistent cleanings with removal of infectious tissue. Deep wounds require light, air, and debridements. If you cover them up and leave an infectious deep wound alone, the infection will spread and kill you.
The same is true for the painful, dark parts of our lives.
We can always choose to cover those parts up – refusing to expose them to light and cleansing – but that’s how they’ll slowly kill us.
THANK-YOU FLINT PEOPLE!
Can you imagine if the crisis in FLINT was covered up and never exposed? As someone on immunosupressants, it wouldn’t be long before lead ingestion would have made me terribly sick. And probably all across America people would be unknowingly drinking dirty water.
Likewise, if I never shared with my kids the pain and suffering I caused in our marriage because of the terrible choices I made in college, my own kids might have suffered the same fate. How tragic!!! I refused to let that happen!!! So I put the fear of God in my kids regarding premarital sex – hoping and praying they could hold off until marriage. I may have carried it wee bit too far when my daughter recently confided, “Mom, You were so anti-boys and dating, I was honestly terrified of my first kiss!”
Anyway, my point is this: Do NOT hide your pain and suffering. Share it at the appropriate times, in the appropriate places, and with the appropriate people so that others may learn from your pain and, if possible, avoid it themselves.
It’s such a tangible way to spread LOVE to our brothers and sisters on this planet.
“Suffering ceases to be suffering when we find meaning for it” Viktor Frankl
Excellent post – I appreciate your vulnerability.
Thanks, Alyson. It’s terrifying to be vulnerable… but I believe it is so necessary for our own healing and for making real connections with others. When we live in the pretend, filtered, edited, and carefully curated world of social media, it helps no one and often CAUSES pain. I just know I don’t want to be a part of that. So vulnerable it is…
You dear, are a gift! – to all who know you, and to the many more who read your posts! I love you and I am praying for you!
Thank you, my Cindy twin who doesn’t know how to spell… I miss you and your contagious laughter! Thanks for your prayers – I’ll never turn one down. Just yesterday a dear friend told me he prays for me every day at 6:30 a.m. I was blown away. I’ve often wondered why I’m not getting sicker, faster. Most women with LAM don’t fare as well as I am. But I really DO know… I really DO believe in prayers and I really DO believe they matter. So, dear friend, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank-you.
This post is so truthful and real regarding pain and suffering for without it, I may never have grown as close to my faith or have been able to empathize with others. Thank you Cindy for bringing the true and real to light.
Love you 🙂
Leisa
Yes! Yes! Yes! ❤️
So good Cindy—and so, so true — thank you.
Love you so much, cousin! It’s so hard to see the light sometimes when you’re in the middle of darkness but I can only hope that this suffering we face helps others or prevents it for others. Easier said than done!