Today I am proud of the weak that I saw confessed.
Let me clarify that: I am proud to see the strength that is shown by others when they are willing to expose (in trust) their “weaknesses.”
Bravery seen through a tear….
Or a flood of tears….
Or a river of them….
A barrage of streaming, stinging, and ultimately, cleansing tears.
Jesus cried. Jesus even pleaded.
I am sure He still cries for us.
While Jesus was here on earth, he offered prayers and pleadings, with a loud cry and tears, to the one who could rescue him from death. And God heard his prayers because of his deep reverence for God. Hebrews 5:7
I am thankful for my friends, old and new.
I am thankful for their willingness to show me their tears.
I am beyond grateful for their grace and desire to see and share in mine.
I see Jesus in the reflection of them – those tears – and those dear souls.
I see joy through the pain….the admissions.
I also see us all say “sorry” for crying. Why do we do that?
I did it yesterday too. I said “sorry” for crying when admitting my fears.
It’s a gift – To be allowed to share in such cleansing crying and sharing of that which makes us feel weak, but builds us into strong when we allow God to fill us up.
It’s a privilege to be trusted to be a part of that, friends.
But when it’s me who does it, I do the very same thing – I say “sorry.”
But deep down, I’m not really sorry.
I am fearful deep down….scared to show my vulnerability in case it causes someone else to feel uncomfortable. Scared to show that I am weak and in need. Scared to be found out that I am less than humble and still a prideful creature afraid of admitting or showing “weakness.”
I think that’s a tool the enemy uses quite often – getting us to be afraid to be real – coercing us into pretending.
Fear is truly a tool of the ultimate liar.
But as I ponder this tonight, I am also so very thankful.
The world likes to tell us we always have to hide truth – pretend there are no tears.
The world is full of lies too – we must remember that.
Then we can cry some more. For the lies that are so often believed and bought into – yes, even by us….even by those who know better.
So tonight, I remember those precious tears I saw today for the gift that they are.
I don’t revel in the hurt part of them.
I do bask in the joy of knowing they were inspired by Jesus Christ – Savior – Lord – Friend and Redeemer.
I am so extremely grateful I got to see them – feel them – know and learn more about these beautiful souls who let them flow our of their hearts, up through their eyeballs, and down into the kleenex or upon the table around which we were sitting.
What an utter privilege.
Courage seen through the tears.
Exposing vulnerability and admitting we are all bonded by the need for our beloved Savior, His strength, His supernatural and divine power.
Beauty in it all.
Savior seen through the tears.
I’m so proud today of our weakness. I am so thankful for it and the strength of His that is made perfect through it.
God, please give us all the ability to keep on crying when You call us to – so you can keep on healing and keep on using the raw to work Your utter good in and through us.
We are being transformed into strong creatures of Christ – He lives inside of us, after all.
Crying is a purging of sorts too, you know. When the flesh enters in and tries to crowd the Spirit of the Lord out, it is a good idea to submit and allow those pieces of self to be put to death anew.
Self likes to breed, even when we think we have dispelled it from being the center of who we are….remnants of self will always be there and it hurts every time we have to submit and remove it so that HE can grow inside.
So as uncomfortable as this week was, I am very much in awe of the “weak” which is making us all the stronger.
There’s power in that weak. I’m so glad to know where it’s coming from.
He gives power to the weak and strength to the powerless. Isaiah 40:29