I'm writing for a new album, and I've been reaching for some of those songs that capture the ache we've all felt. I love the way one line from a song or one scene from a movie can shatter a perfect day, precisely because it hits the spot.
This prompted a great conversation last night that I'm still spinning around in my head: Pain is unavoidable and natural, so how do you know when you've crossed the line from a healthy processing of pain into a detrimental indulging of it?
Everything in me begs, "I waaaant to feel that pain." But do those aching moments in art spin us into a place where we gorge ourselves on navel-gazing and pain-reveling, like a teenager bent on cutting herself? Do we romanticize the notion so much that we actually become more self-centered people who are now even further from healing than when we started?
If believers have eternal hope and fullness of joy available to us even in the midst of our pain, what's our responsibility to our hearts, minds, and spirits in light of such great redemption?
Is indulging our pain just a healthy part of the process? Or does it delay the process?
How do you feel about this?