This evening I was thinking about various times of my life when I have had a good cry.
I’ve always had an extreme sense of justice vs. injustice, and sometimes as a child, when I would get in trouble, I would feel like I was being unjustly punished. We were allowed to cry, but if we were going to be loud about it, we had to go to our rooms and not disturb the peace of the rest of the household or we would get into more trouble.
I remember being SO MAD as I cried, and screaming angrily into my pillow. And I had to get it all out and be ready to be sweet again before I was allowed to come out of my room. Funny, somehow I would just forgive without realizing that was what I was doing. I never held a grudge as a child. Crying it all out was good for me.
After my first husband left, I was more careful about when and where I cried, because I didn’t want to upset the children. At first, I didn’t even want them to know what was going on, because I thought if he came back, they didn’t need to know what had happened.
One day during that time, I remember walking to a nearby cemetery, which was deserted. My train of thought was that even if someone did come there and find me crying, they would think I was grieving a lost loved one (well, lost in a different way). So, I had a good cry away from the kids and away from neighbors possibly hearing me.
I’m not so sure anymore that I made the right decision not to cry in front of the kids. I think maybe it would have helped us all to deal with our loss better. I know I struggled a lot with unforgiveness after that.
I remember two separate times at least a couple of years after that, when I was reading a passage from the Bible, that I felt the love of God just wash over me! I cried tears of joy because God was so sweet and loving and wonderful to me!
Those passages were Psalm 23 and Psalm 139.
The Lord is my Precious Shepherd who is always with me to provide for me, protect me, walk with me, carry me, fight for me, and restore me. I found such comfort in the fact that He always has His eye on me and scrutinizes my ways so intimately that He even knows what I am going to say before I say it.
There have been plenty of times in the last 25 years where I cried a good, agitated cry, and cried it all out about whatever I was upset about at the time, but that would take a lot more space than I have here, and I’m not sure it would be profitable. But the crying itself was profitable.
God gave us tears as a gift. They are so precious to Him that He has kept a record of each one of them in His book (Psalm 56:8). Wow! See how much He cares for us?!
These last few years I’ve taken to crying more calmly. It’s more like my eyes leak. But the Lord keeps track of all those tears, too. And He knows which ones are tears of sorrow and which ones are tears of joy.
I may write more on this subject later since I am reading and finding joy in a book by Michael Card called A Sacred Sorrow Experience Guide – Reaching Out to God in the Lost Language of Lament.
You may be wondering how I could find joy in a book with such a title, but the joy is His joy that He gives us when we find Him during those difficult times. (Perhaps you’ll want to put this book on your wish list.)
So, the paradox is that crying out our sorrows brings us to the end of ourselves, at which point we can reach out to the God of Heaven who really does care for us intimately, and in the finding of Him, we find also His love, joy, peace, and so much more!
Thank You, God!
Psalm 30:5
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Love you friend,
AM
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Not a topic I’ve heard addressed directly before. Thank you, very thought-provoking!
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You’re welcome, Bethany! Thank you for taking the time to comment! May the Lord lead you to His thoughts on this subject and others that come your way! 🙂
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Beautiful, tears are so cleansing and shedding them when we are at the end of ourselves and wholly relying on God brings joy!
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Amen! 🙂
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When I walked and stopped I rejoiced to see My sister bringing a gift to me. She brought me Joy in Morning.
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Hi, Diana! It is so good to be an extension of the hands of Jesus and bring joy to one another. 🙂 You bring joy to others as well!
Thank you for your comment!
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Such a beautiful read thanks for sharing! I would like to invite you to our party we would love to have you! https://www.floydfamilyhomestead.com/2016/09/14/the-homesteader-hop-20/
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So true. I especially appreciate this tidbit from your closing lines: “[C]rying out our sorrows brings us to the end of ourselves, at which point we can reach out to the God of Heaven who really does care for us intimately.” How good He is! Thank you for sharing this story of your sorrow and your joy with us at Grace & Truth!
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Yes, Jennifer, He is Good!
Thank you for your visit and encouraging comment! God bless you and yours! 🙂
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I love this post. We do need to get it all out sometimes or it seems like we are a volcano ready to erupt! We all need a good cry!
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I’m so sorry about your husband leaving you. My dad left our family when I was 10. I remember it would upset me very much to see my mother cry. She was my whole world and if she was crying, my world fell apart. I didn’t see her cry much though. I like the part where you said that your eyes sort of leak now. Very poignant. Thanks for sharing.
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So sorry, Amy, that your dad left your family when you were 10. My oldest was 9 when her dad left. Life was rough for the children, too, not just for me, as I’m sure it was for you and your mom. But God took that dark situation and over time made something beautiful in all of our lives.
Thanks so much for your sweet and encouraging comment.
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I am a CRYER! Happy tears. Sad tears, and all types of tears in between.
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I think our culture is very uncomfortable with the concept of lament and grief. People want you to ‘get over’ broken-heartedness quickly or if you can’t, please do it in private. I believe God gave us the full range of emotion, including grief. If we don’t allow the natural process of grieving (over lost lives, lost dreams, lost opportunities etc) then we can’t fully move forward. Thanks for this post…. and btw, I love Michael Card! I’m going to look up this book asap!
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You’re right, Karen. Our culture does seem to breed this discomfort with grief and lamentation. We want it pretty and fun and the sooner the better. I think, even as Christians, we can get caught up in that trap, until the Lord allows us to be in a situation in which we ourselves grieve. Then, 2 Corinthians 1:3-5 begins to kick into gear, and we begin to seek and find God and discover what He thinks about the whole thing.
Hope you’ll enjoy Michael Card’s book as much as I am! There’s a lot of deep stuff there that doesn’t get mentioned very often in our culture.
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Tears can be a refreshing release. I love Michael Card – thank you for sharing about this book – it’s on my list!
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What a wonderful way to see our tears. I have known that God sees and hears my sorrow. That in itself seems to dry my eyes just to be aware that He is right here and knows my sorrow to stop the tears and turn my thoughts toward him. Thanks for sharing.
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Amen. Remembering the sweetness of His love and His Presence brings joy and peace!
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I’m not much of a crier because I built a wall around me as a young person for emotional protection. But I have to say, when I do shed tears, there is a peace that comes afterwards. Thank you for reminding me God gave us tears to use and He counts each one. Thanks for sharing with Thankful Thursdays, I hope to see you again next week.
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You’re welcome, Lori, and thank you! God bless you and yours! 🙂
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