Sometimes All it Takes is a Good Cry.
I sat on the side of the bed, trying to act normal as I read through a group text from my cousins. It was in remembrance of our Aunt Emma and baby cousin Kaleb, who both died in a devastating head-on car crash 1 year ago yesterday.
I’d done the usual throughout the week in trying to avoid the grief that was apparently knocking at the door. You can feel it from a mile away, or in this case, days away.
The heaviness of grief hit a bit harder this week. And I totally attribute it to daylight savings time change…as I’ve felt a bit out of whack since last Sunday.
But I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t feel like crying.
And I don’t know about you, but it sometimes makes me feel weird.
In the past, I’d often feel as if I’m not supposed to cry. Then of course I didn’t want anyone around me to feel back or uncomfortable. But then I realized and recognized those thoughts came from how I’ve been conditioned.
Because the truth is, tears are absolutely okay.
Tears are important to God so they should be important to us.
The fact that Jesus wept gives us that much more permission to cry in times of grief and hard times.
And I believe tears tell the deepest stories of our hearts that only God could know or understand. And that’s why He keeps a record of them.
So, yesterday I had a good cry…I mean a good ole snotty-nosed cry.
With big ole alligator tears.
And you know what? It felt good and freeing. Just what I needed…
Because I also believe tears are cleansing to the soul.
So don’t be afraid to just let it out.
Because sometimes all it takes is a good cry.
Remember God knows and He cares.
“You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book” (Psalm 56:8 NIV).
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