cried?
i mean really-couldn’t-catch-your-breath cried.
several of the blogs i’ve read recently combined with several real life friends have gotten me thinking about this. we’re so determined to be superwomen that we don’t give ourselves permission to cry and fail. i know it seems goofy, but i’ve decided to take parenting advice from the magic school bus. go ahead, get dirty, make mistakes.
so, take a minute and take stock of your life. what has happened to you and around you in the last year? if you were listening to a friend relate to you all the things that you have gone through how would you respond? would you tell them to get over it. suck it up. would you tell them all the things that you tell yourself? or would you give them a hug and tell ‘em it’s okay? would you tell them that it’s okay to cry sometimes?
so, maybe, you need to sit on your front porch (much as i did a week ago) and bawl. feel what you’re feeling. wallow in it for a little while. and see just why God gave us tears. and see how it feels to get up after that and feel His mercies that have washed over us just as those tears did. and maybe looking back at the hard times and recognizing them as such will allow you to look forward with hope and confidence and excitement at what you can take on next.
think of how good it felt once upon a time to cry and wash your face in the sink and start over.
so here’s to a good cry. and a good gettin’ up.
