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Sometimes.... I Cry

 Why is it society deems crying as a weakness? Little boys are taught one criteria to be a man is not to cry. Little girls who cry are labeled as too emotional. It seems shedding tears is frowned upon in the grand scheme of life, however truth be told........ tears are the voice of our emotions.

I tend to cry at the drop of a hat these days. Maybe it is hormones or lack of, maybe I am going through the "change" of life, or maybe just maybe my heart has become more sensitive to the things that surround me? I choose to believe it's the latter. I choose to believe my daddy God has answered my prayer when I asked Him to allow me to see others through His eyes.

Sometimes. I. Cry.

And I'm not alone. 

John 11:35 is only two words, two heartfelt words.........
"Jesus wept."

Scripture allows us to see the depth of His love for Lazarus when He heard of his death. Through his tears, we see the voice of his heart, we hear the sound of his emotions. If Jesus can weep, if He can show his heart for all to see, shouldn't  we?  A few months ago a precious friend  went to his eternal home. The same day he was laid to rest, we found out another childhood friend had passed as well.

 I watched the guys stand there with hands in their pockets, some biting the inside of their cheeks, holding their emotions tight to their hearts. We, girls, had tissues in hand dabbing the inside of our eyes as if that would stop the flow of tears.  Somewhere between the words spoken, the lyrics of the songs played, we all allowed our emotions to speak.......

We. All. Cried.

I believe Jesus held each of us tenderly in our moments of grief, after all He knows what it feels like, and whispered ever so lovingly " He is home with me. They both are."   While I grieve for those left behind, knowing my sweet childhood friends are in the arms of Jesus softens my hearts pain.

But how do I  handle my grief for a world that is lost by her own choice; a world that refuses to see God and all that He is?  A world that continues to denounce our creator?  Though  my heart cries again and again, I trust my tears are not in vain and I hold tight to the One, the I Am, my daddy God. And through my tears one thing remains, my hope in Jesus. He is the anchor  my soul is tied to. My heart has been once again shaken to its core and my tears..... never ending.  I believe I am not alone. I believe Jesus cries with me.

Today my heart cries for Las Vegas and all those who have lost a loved one; for those injured, and those who still are fighting to live. I am angry and sad.  And in the midst of my tears, I cling to The One who holds me..... my daddy God.  My prayer today is for the Lord to hold us all, to wrap us up in His forever love, to give us peace in the midst of our pain and to speak to the brokenness of our hearts.  To give us beauty for our ashes.................. He is faithful.

Sometimes ..... I cry.

Forever His Daughter,


Psalm 6:8-9
Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping. the Lord has heard my supplication; the Lord will receive my prayer.


  1. thank you my friend for these words of comfort during a very sad time.

    1. Thank you Gloria for always standing with me and for me!! God bless you my precious friend!!

  2. I literally just posted the status, "When I grow up I'm going to be the kind of woman who doesn't burst into tears in public" on my Twitter and Facebook, then scrolled down and stumbled across your blog. Thanks for the timely "message from the Lord."

    1. You are most welcome Kate. I am so glad this has ministered to your heart!! You are not alone in your tears. God bless you!!!!

  3. Hi Stacey, I think tears are healing, cleansing, releasing, and show one's strength and depth of emotion. Always love your posts because you speak into my heart.
    God bless


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