For the days your heart is tender
Faith Filled Friday: We don’t often think about Jesus crying, at least I don’t. I’m sure he did it because of the compassion he felt and not in true sadness.
This week I have teared up in a restaurant and in the basement of our church and in the minivan.
It’s been a bit of a cry-fest frankly. And it doesn’t stop there. I’ve been ready to cry over documentaries and books about wars fought between 70 and 150 years ago.
Seriously. A war documentary made me cry.
I don’t normally consider myself a “cryer,” but this week has been a week of sad news for those around me. I mourn with the brokenhearted wife, with the brokenhearted mother, with the brokenhearted family.
And I find my heart a little battered and bruised just by feeling the weight of sorrow: the divorce, the goodbyes, the mourning, and the prodigals. It’s been tenderized by a hammer of hurt, so now I’m in need of tissues everywhere I go.
Maybe that’s the way it should be, though.
Not that people should be…
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Hallelujia!
Thank you. I’ll add my hallelujah to yours so we can make a chorus!