Be A Painkiller

I rarely get headaches but since my return on Friday from a work trip to England I have had a persistent one just above my right eyebrow. It niggled away at me for most of Saturday before flaring up again in church this morning. Was the sermon that bad? Well it wasn’t great to be honest but I doubt very much if it was the reason for my discomfort.

It was so bad that by the end of the service I had my eyes clenched shut and a pained expression on my face. To the casual observer it looked as if I was immersed in earnest prayer. Or constipated. Or both. On the journey home afterwards we stopped off at the supermarket to get some supplies and I consoled myself with two paracetamol and a giant honeycomb cookie. Fionnuala suggested my recent decision to cut back on my Diet Coke intake might be the cause. I felt like Renton in that ‘bucket scene’ in the first Trainspotting movie.

As the day has unfolded the pain has receded quite a bit but I can still feel it lurking just beneath the surface of my forehead, waiting to erupt again when I least expect it. It is an unwelcome guest and I wish it gone. I had always marked headache sufferers down as slightly theatrical attention seekers who were invariably struck down when asked to do something they didn’t want to do. I now realised that headaches were neither big nor clever. They sucked.

How many headaches have we caused down the years? How many tears have we created? How many hearts have we broken? It’s not so great being on the receiving end is it? For many years I was a constant headache for our family. A one man wrecking ball. Back when Miley Cyrus was still Hannah Montana and Billy Ray was singing about achy breaky hearts. Back then I was the sorry source of many such a heart. 


Every morning I wake up now and try to repair the damage that I have caused. It is a slow, arduous process. It only takes a second to say sorry but it takes a lot longer to prove to your loved ones that you mean it. Headaches are hard to shift. But not as hard as mending broken hearts and erasing painful memories. You can’t just pop a couple of painkillers and hey presto. Love is the ultimate painkiller. But true love isn’t flowers and chocolates. It is turning up day in, day out and being there for the people you care about.

It is doing the little things, the mundane and the routine, over and over and over again. To the point where trust is re-established. Where healing can begin. Where forgiveness can be allowed to wash away the hurt and the pain. Where fresh roots can be put down and new foundations laid. Our actions will never make our victims forget what we have done to them. But they will cause them to remember less often. 

I encourage you to be a painkiller today. Think of the one person you have been a headache to; it could have been yesterday or it could have been years ago; it could have been one act or it could have been decades of hurt. Then do something to ease that pain. Talk to them. Show them that you care. Love them through your actions. Create new memories with them and, in doing so, allow the old ones to fade away.

The world has enough headaches without us adding to them. Kill the pain today. Inside of yourself and inside of others. With love.

What is the worst headache you have ever had?

How are you going to be a painkiller today?

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  1. love what you did with the miley cyrus wrecking ball passage. when i am bothered and i act up or get snarky i try to see where i am wrong and when you are bothered i try to see where you are right. I also try to do small things like mail you money i owe rather than waiting to see you. i think you just inspired my topic for theday something along the lines of “back when i was a pain in the ass” as usual thanks for the read.

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  2. Yes!! I cut out coffee, tea and coke too, caffeine in general. And the start was horrible! Migraine headaches are the common withdrawal symptom of caffeine and/or sugar. I hope you never get it again and that you’re feeling much better now. Thanks for writing great posts. God Bless xo

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  3. Yes, the travel could be the culprit. Or the cut in caffeine. Or… something else entirely.
    It was really neat how you made a transition from one type of a headache to another. Will ponder.

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  4. Yep! It’s the diet coke. (More than likely)

    My friend used to drink coffee every single day. When she stopped, she got bad headaches. Her body was going through withdrawal of what it was used to. She was able to adapt, but it took some time.

    I really enjoyed how you compared the two. Symbolically, sometimes we do have to go through “withdrawals” in our spiritual journey as well. We may want to be involved with the world, but when God tells us, “Hey, give that up for Me. I don’t want you watching this. I don’t want you to be a part of this.” We have the choice to listen or to try to ignore. Gradually, we either become sensitive to listening to Him or desensitized. Like drinking diet coke or coffee daily. The consequence starts out small, but gradually grows.

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