Pain can be a teacher. In my life one of the pain things I live with is a muscle condition on the bottom of my feet. My friend prayed over them for healing. The pain went away, but the condition didn’t. Time went on, they only have problems when I stand on them too long, but as long as I don’t overdo it there is no pain. I tried healing prayer over them myself with no results. Lately I got a job that required me to stand on my feet. I was determined I was going to push myself through it. The pain and swelling returned. While sitting at home nursing my feet one night I watched a televangelist who suggested that our words have power and speaking to a condition can cause healing. So I started talking to the muscles in my feet and my whole body. The pain went away. The condition did not. The next night at work the same thing happend. Came home with hurt and swollen up feet again. Spoke to my feet again. The pain went away. Then I spoke to the feet and told the condition causing the pain to be gone. But it didn’t work. It still continues that I talk to the feet, the pain goes away, the condition doesn’t. So I started to ask God the natural question. Why? I got no answer for several days. Finally I hear the voice of the spirit ask me one night, “Why do you think it is that you were only able to heal the pain?” No answer. Just asked me my own question. Obviously it’s something He wants left that way and I am to puzzle why. I’m still puzzling this, but I got part of the answer one day when I went to the grocery store and I sensed out of the corner of my eye an employee coming out of the back room and was thinking of asking him where something was. But as I turned to see him I realized he was carrying a really heavy box of eggs and I could sense in him the same kind of “working while in pain” issue that I have. I don’t know exactly where his pain was, but I could see the stress in him and I could sense it wasn’t normal muscle strain. It was more like mine. I decided to forget about my question for the time being because I realized me bugging him at that precise moment would add considerably to his suffering. So I went away and found someone else to help me find it. So one thing I think pain can teach us is how to be senstive to the pain in other people. Then I think it also kind of teaches us endurance and how to live in hope when things seem hopeless. Pain is also a natural deterance, though. So I’m wondering if somehow this job was wrong for me anyway and thus God’s timing was as it was. I’ll figure it out eventually, which gives me something to ponder and strive for.