Pain is a kindly, hopeful thing, a certain proof of life, a clear assurance that all is not yet over, that there is still a chance. But if your heart has no pain -- well, that may betoken health, as you suppose: but are you certain that it does not mean that your soul is dead?
Dear Lord, in all our loneliest pains Thou hast the largest share and that which is unbearable,'Tis Thine, not ours, to bear.