Discalimer

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Wednesday, August 10, 2022

A few words on tears

 I hate crying. I realize that might be the case for a ton of people, but with me it borders on the ridiculous. I don't cry easily. First of all, I work hard to put on makeup everyday, so I will not allow a few tears to ruin it.  Second, because I happen to think it's an action as intimate as going to the toilet, so no, I do not appreciate it if anyone sees me thank you very much. And third because I am an ugly crier. Some women cry so prettily that even if you don't like them, you feel the need to comfort them somehow. Not me. If I cry it starts with a tick near my mouth and it progresses to the point where all my facial muscles are in mutiny against my brain, and they all decide to do their own thing, my mascara is running everywhere which renders me partially blind and by then I just want to scream for help because what are they putting in this stuff?!  Needless to say, I look like there's a malfunction happening in my system and it's just plain ugly. So no, I do not cry! It has to be an event or a story that is the stuff of legends or novels or movies in order for me to be affected enough to choke up a little, but even then I can control it. Having said all that, there have been a few (stress the few) moments when people, with no fault of their own, were forced to witness the production I put on in order to hide it. I hate it. Not like one hates ranch dressing on their salad, but with a passion.
I had such a moment today. Luckily the only person around was my sister. To her credit she knows not to look straight at me when my face is all contorted and I attempt to sound like I make sense. I love her for it. Anyways, as soon as I was done I went to sort myself out and talk to God about it. I remembered Psalm 116:8, “For You have rescued my soul from death, My eyes from tears, And my feet from stumbling.” He rescued my eyes from tears. Like they were in danger of drowning under all that feeling. But one look at Him, and my eyes were saved.
I love that Jesus calls The Holy Spirit — The Comforter (John 14:26, John 15:26, John 16:7, John 16:13) He knew we'd need someone to comfort us through our tears. And He does comfort us, blessed be His Name forever, He so does.
“Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.” (Romans 8:26)


Thank You, Lord for being my Father, my Savior who rescues me even from my tears, my Comforter that never ceases to console me.
“For the Lamb in the midst of the throne will be their shepherd, and he will guide them to springs of living water, and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.” (Revelation 7:17)


by Cristina Pop

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