Blessed are those whose's strength is in You, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage. As they pass through the Valley of Baca [gloom, lamentation, weeping], they make it a place of springs; the autumn rains also cover it with pools. They go from strength to strength, till each appears before God in Zion. Ps 84:4-7
I acknowledge pain. I also acknowledge that there are matters greater than pain. Friendship. What is right. Because in the grand scheme of things, what I feel right now will not matter. Hey, God.