Cry Hard.

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Remember when Jesus was dying on the cross for us and He screamed out, “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me (Psalm 22, AKJV)?”

Yeah, that’s the kind of week I’ve had.

I mean seriously, anyone else ever just feel so beat down?

Like, projects are due, deadlines are nearing, stress is increasing, work is dragging…

…circumstances don’t work out, missed opportunities (?), Facebook is sucking the very life right out of us because everyone else is doing so well.

I don’t know.

Place your own week here __________________________________________.

I have to say, I bawled so hard the other night, both eyeballs fell out.

Coworkers were like, ‘Rough night?’

I mean, yeah.

Really, yeah.

The thing is…

Crying is good.

Did you know that Jesus counts our tears*?

Like, every tear, for the last 35 years of my life’s existence, has been bottled up inside His heart.

That’s a lot of tears.

And that’s a lot of encouragement.

And comfort.

And it flat-out overwhelms me.

There I go again, cryin’.

Friends, the King of this universe, cares.

He cares!

So, as I’m lying in fetal position on the bed, with snot and salty tears running directly into my right ear, Jesus shows up. And I can feel Him. Right in the midst of my mucousy mess.

Like, I just know He’s there. Not physically, but still, literally covering me.

It’s in these kinds of moments, I feel most at rest.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t crave these moments, when my life seems all out of whack and all I can do weep.

I just mean, when these moments arise, so do I.

Because I realize that the same God, who heard His own Son cryin’ out to Him in His most forsaking time, is also hearing me.

 

So, if we are here today feelin’ worn out, beat down, tired…I just want us to know that it’s okay to cry.

Hard.

Spend some real good cryin’ time with Jesus.

Grab a cup of tea (and an entire pack of Double Stuf Oreos), put on some worship music, close the door, and just listen through the tears.

Somethin’ about cuddling up in the presence of a Holy King causes us to remember that He suffered, too. He endured, too. He pressed on. Too.

Let’s feel Him transform our tears into our triumph. Time and time again.

Cuz the truth is, one day, someday, everlasting victory is all we will ever know.

So, let’s start cravin’ that (and a lot more Oreos) instead.

 

*“Thou tellest my wanderings:

put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?

When I cry unto thee, then shall mine enemies turn back:

this I know; for God is for me.

In God will I praise his word:

in the Lord will I praise his word.

In God have I put my trust:

I will not be afraid what man can do unto me.”

Psalm 56:8-11, Authorized King James Version

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