Today, I had a moment of weakness. It came on suddenly. My sister-friend and I were having a conversation about chronic pain. This day had been one of my more trying days since my pain was at the more intense end of the spectrum. Most days, I can go on despite the pain – not ignore it, though. Like many of you who experience chronic pain, I determine to keep moving, do what I have to do, and will myself to enjoy each day that I am blessed to see.
Not this day. As I tried to tell her she could not understand, and she felt she could since she has experienced painful events, just like that, the tears came, and I shut down. When our call ended, I curled up on the sofa and cried, feeling very much alone.
Feeling alone, yes, but I knew I wasn’t alone. I’ve never been alone. Deep down in my spirit, I felt the light of His love within me. He wasn’t angry at me for crying when overwhelmed. He didn’t accuse me of being ungrateful. He just loved me, and I knew I was strong enough to wipe my tears without shame and give Him thanks. Why would I give Him thanks? Because I know where He brought me from.
There will be times when we are overwhelmed by elements of our lives, and it’s okay to give in and cry. Look, there’s no shame in a good cry. And, after the crying is done, get up, wipe your tears, smile at yourself in the mirror, and keep it moving.
Peace and blessings to you all.