By Amy at Make Me a Mary
It's been two and a half years, and she hasn't really cried at all. She's stubborn and strong and able to accomplish things far beyond what her years make me think she should or could.
But she was only nine when she lost him, and how can it be healthy to never cry over him?
I spend much of my life trying not to cry over all kinds of things, depending on where I am or what time it is or what I'm wanting to cry about. But still, there comes a point when I just can't hold it back and the tears have to fall.
I heard a preacher say once that tears are one of the best gifts God gives us when it comes time to grieve.
That's good news for a crier like me. But it's bad news when you see someone you love refusing to let those stir-crazy tears out of their prison.
So I've talked to her and I've prayed for her and I've shed endless tears myself, yet countless times I've looked at her and seen the tears rising up and all but spilling over, and then I've seen her stubborn self just stuffing them right back down again.
That is, until last night. She finally cried, praise God--and just because she misses him
. And so the healing begins. And He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.