Adultery. Death. Abandonment. Cancer.
The ache is still so deep even as I write. People close to my heart, whom I love dearly, are struggling. Trying to find the will to live, the courage to go on and the drive to succeed no matter what their current circumstance.
There were some diamonds in the middle of all the sadness. Like the day I found out about a friend suddenly diagnosed with an aggressive cancer, we learned of an unexpected baby and an engagement.
How could there be so much joy on the same day as so much pain?
My emotions have been a little much to handle as I’ve put myself in others shoes and asked God what I can do.
Romans 12:15 has been resounding in my heart.
Be happy with those who are happy, and weep with those who weep.
I feel like I’ve done more weeping than rejoicing, but the truth is those around me have wept more lately too.
I’m not saying that I should put my family through a roller coaster of me walking through others sorrows, but heaven is moved by the cries of our heart.
Restore our fortunes, Lord, as streams renew the desert. Those who plant in tears will harvest with shouts of joy. They weep as they go to plant their seed, but they sing as they return with the harvest.
Sometimes simply our tears are the strongest prayers.