What is the matter with me, I pondered. I had just lived the most traumatic six months of my life. Where were the tears, the weeping, intense grieving emotions?
I had severely broken my arm that required months of therapy. A little chest cold then turned into pneumonia.
During that time my sister called to say our father had passed away. My family live in the Mid-West and my parents had resided in the East. The doctor discouraged me accompanying my husband who was also in charge of the graveside and memorial services.
Both sons with their families began the long road trip back. Early the next morning, one son called to say that my mother had passed away. Both would be mourned and then interned together.
I heard a diagnosis the next month for my beloved husband-CANCER! Overwhelming!Twenty-eight days and five chemo therapies later, he is on the road to recovery. A final surgery for eradication may be forthcoming but we are praying for complete recovery.
I had weathered all this with emotions in check. Little did I know that God had other plans. A small trivial incident occurred just recently.. I shed a few tears and then the next three days a torrent of weeping resulted. At any moment, grief, sorrow, anguish overwhelmed me with all that occurred and was still in progress. I asked God to relieve me of all this distress, but instead He cradled me and let me cry on His shoulder all the more. Finally, He patted my eyes dry and set me back on my feet feeling refreshed again.
Over Lazarus death, with the crowd Jesus wept. (John 11:35). Our High Priest is not one who cannot feel sympathy for our weaknesses. Hebrews 4:15a (GNT)
“Tears Are a Language God Understands” sing the Heritage Singers. (You Tube) You can stake your life on it!