Let them fall...
Tears, that is. Let them fall where they may.
Sometimes you just have to cry...yesterday it was in the first two minutes of a funeral service for a dearly beloved servant of God. We stood, we started to sing a great old hymn..."I heard an old, old story, how a Savior came, from glory..." - and I felt as though I were standing in the midst of heaven. The church was completely filled with friends and family who had come to say goodbye to Reggie - and the air was filled with their voices, lifted up and huge and loud and strong and that did it...the tears just came from out of nowhere. Throughout the service I was reminded of Reggie's character, his spirit, and his love for God and for God's people - he will be greatly missed, and always remembered.
I'd like to say that I don't cry easily, but anyone who's known me at ALL would tell you that's a lie, so I won't say it. I cry at funerals, at weddings, at sappy commercials. My husband, who does NOT cry easily, makes fun of me because I can come in and catch the last 10 minutes of a movie and be in tears before it's over. He says "You don't even know what's going on! You don't know these characters -- why in the world would you cry over them?" Because that's who I am. God's given me a transparent heart, I guess. Not such a good thing to have at times -- can't easily hide when I'm hurt, inside or out. But maybe that's not such a bad thing, either -- makes you more open & honest, I guess. Hard to say "Oh, I'm fine" when tears are rolling down your cheeks...well, you can still say it, I guess, but nobody will believe you.
NO IDEA where I'm going with this...had started the post yesterday right after the service but haven't managed to get back to the computer till now, apparently my train of thought got tired of waiting and left the station without me. (Surprise...)
Sometimes you just have to cry...yesterday it was in the first two minutes of a funeral service for a dearly beloved servant of God. We stood, we started to sing a great old hymn..."I heard an old, old story, how a Savior came, from glory..." - and I felt as though I were standing in the midst of heaven. The church was completely filled with friends and family who had come to say goodbye to Reggie - and the air was filled with their voices, lifted up and huge and loud and strong and that did it...the tears just came from out of nowhere. Throughout the service I was reminded of Reggie's character, his spirit, and his love for God and for God's people - he will be greatly missed, and always remembered.
I'd like to say that I don't cry easily, but anyone who's known me at ALL would tell you that's a lie, so I won't say it. I cry at funerals, at weddings, at sappy commercials. My husband, who does NOT cry easily, makes fun of me because I can come in and catch the last 10 minutes of a movie and be in tears before it's over. He says "You don't even know what's going on! You don't know these characters -- why in the world would you cry over them?" Because that's who I am. God's given me a transparent heart, I guess. Not such a good thing to have at times -- can't easily hide when I'm hurt, inside or out. But maybe that's not such a bad thing, either -- makes you more open & honest, I guess. Hard to say "Oh, I'm fine" when tears are rolling down your cheeks...well, you can still say it, I guess, but nobody will believe you.
NO IDEA where I'm going with this...had started the post yesterday right after the service but haven't managed to get back to the computer till now, apparently my train of thought got tired of waiting and left the station without me. (Surprise...)
posted by Beth at 7:55 PM
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