I read somewhere once that if a vial of tears was poured onto a small rodent it would bring about its death because tears hold a lot of toxins. When we cry our body is releasing toxins out of our body. When we cry we are being cleansed.
There are times when it feels like the ability to cry is simply shut off in my body. I want to weep and yet I can't. It is not a good feeling. When the tears can finally come it is a relief.
Lately I have been thinking about the importance of tears. There is a verse in the Bible that talks about how God captures our tears in a bottle. I wonder why? Are they precious in some way to Him? This expression of pain and sadness?
If you have been crying a lot lately ~ I know the feeling. Waking up with swollen eyes, feeling dehydrated from the liquid that has just poured down your cheeks and soaked your pillow or sweater or whatever absorbed your tears. If you have been drained from heaving sobs or from trying to keep them back...I get it. It is hard to cry often, to grieve, to feel like there is not really a place for this in life; at least not for long.
But grief is in some ways like a flood. It comes and it has the power to carve a new path, to sweep everything out, to wash away. We have built up many things through our lives that this grief can uproot and dismantle and reveal. When the flood has passed and you can see clearly again ~ take stock of what has been revealed, what is left, what is gone...and slowly start to rebuild.
Make sure when all is said and done and you start to feel that swell of hope again ~ make sure you plant a garden somewhere in you. Seeds of hope, strength, kindness, generosity, gentleness, and more ~ that will grow and flower. From the death of a flower comes seeds that hold life.
In your grief ~ life can come ~ if you plant the seeds ~
xo
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