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Where are my tears? Where are yours?
We cry them.
Often the weeping is behind closed doors.
If you are like me, your tears don’t come anymore.
Yes, there is plenty of sadness.
But tears no longer come.
Some of it has to do with medications.
Some has to do with years of postponing feeling.
Other times, it has to do with being unable to let it all go.
I try. But it is hard.
Especially when you are around others who are suffering as well.
I know I’m not the only one going through hard times.
I look around me.
I see others who have very difficult roads to walk.
They haven’t been blessed in ways I have.
It is hard for me to weep when I think about my blessings.
Yes, I know I can still weep and lament as well as count my blessings.
I know that intellectually.
But in reality, I feel whiny when I am able to come home to a cleanish house.
When I have enough food.
When I have people who love me. stop
But no matter the reasons for my sorrow,
Weeping is still appropriate.
I love this Scripture.
GOD is storing up my tears in a bottle.
My sorrow is not eternal. It is finite.
It has a beginning and an end.
Thank GOD!
You have kept count of my tossings;
put my tears in your bottle.
Are they not in your book?
In God, whose word I praise,
in the Lord, whose word I praise,
in God I trust; I shall not be afraid.
What can man do to me?Psalm 56:8, 10-11 ESV
I went many years without crying, and I find I cry more easily these days. I have noticed that Americans are desensitized, though, and it has crept into the Christian community. I know you were talking on a more personal and deeper level than current events, though there are some pretty deep things happening out there. Tear-worthy.
i understand what you are saying margaret…in terms of things happening in our culture. your comment is very thought provoking. However, I think that there are times when we are facing chronic grief that the tears dry up as we are trying to deal with the challenges of our situation. with time and healing, i think the tear return along with our ability to feel again.
right now, i’m am too overwhelmed to weep over my culture despite the sadness of what is going on. I just have too much in my lap. I think i’m aware and sensitive to it, but for now, I just can’t do anything but what I have facing me. I’m coming to believe that often there are times when there are many who are in that situation and we need to be more sensitive to them.
Good one, Martha. Well-played.
thanks andrew.
Like the new look. Great post!
thanks tara. it’s still in process. haven’t gotten everything moved over yet.
What a lovely poem! Thank you for the reminder that God stores our tears in a bottle, that He is there right along beside me while I cry.
thanks tamara. so glad you stopped by:)