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Why weep?

“Weeping has an honored place in the life of faith.”

In reading Becky Harling’s book, Rewriting Your Emotional Script, I’m being consistently moved and challenged to really look at why I do what I do…and why I respond (or react) to life the way I do.  Her book is based on the Beatitudes and how God used them to walk her through a painful healing of 12 years of sexual abuse while undergoing seven surgeries for breast cancer. Her story was inspiring, to say the least.

So, the thought I’ve been ruminating on, is why Christians struggle with grief and lament.  Why is it, that out of all the emotional channels we flip through, grieving, sorrow, and weeping seem to make people the most uncomfortable? And it’s not just those outside watching that squirm…when we deal with sadness and true sorrow ourselves, I think we are often at a loss! We’re not sure we should “allow” ourselves to feel sad or experience pain…as if that somehow negates the life Jesus died to give us. 

Yet, in generations past, weeping was part of the Christian experience. So, I wonder,  Am I not allowing myself to feel as deeply as God wants me to, or am I merely holding back in an effort to maintain control?  I cherish the times God moves my heart so strongly that I am moved to tears…it usually catches me off guard. But how many other moments pass me by due to my own insensitivity?

So then: Why are we afraid to cry?





The art of being misunderstood

How heart-wrenching it is to realize you have been deeply misunderstood…and that people are assuming the very worst about you. It’s like my least favorite thing!

Is it pride at my loss of reputation? Is it grief for the loss of communication or that the gift of reconciliation was tossed aside in the heat of the moment? 

I get that we all make rash judgments about people. Then we filter their words and actions through the filter of our own assumptions. I’m sure I have done this many times…as a parent, a daughter, a wife, a friend. Still, the sting of realizing that your heart is not understood…and even worse, that it’s being judged unfairly is so painful to me.

Am I guilty of not expressing myself well? Certainly. Do I make assumptions that others will know my heart based on who I am? Yes. A careless word or a fragmented thought can lead to much confusion and misinterpretation. How often I’ve learned this truth.  And how often I am reminded that hurt people hurt people… 

Lord, help me to speak the truth in love. Help me to embrace the vulnerability that comes with revealing my heart–and never shy away from this out of fear that I may be misunderstood.