Perhaps pain was not a hot potato after all, but a traveling professor?

Oh my God—what if the transporting is keeping me from transformation? What if my anger, my fear, my loneliness were never mistakes but invitations? What if in skipping the pain, I was missing my lessons? Instead of running away from my pain, I was supposed to run towards it? Perhaps pain was not a hot potato after all, but a traveling professor? Maybe instead of slamming the door on pain, I need to throw open the door wide and say, Come in. Sit down with me. And don't leave until you've taught me what I need to know.

Glennon Doyle Melton, Love Warrior (p201)