Invitation

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"Sorrow is better than laughter, for by a sad countenance the heart is made better."  Ecclesiastes 7:3

 

"Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep." Romans 12:15

 

"Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted."  Matthew 5:4

The courage of a broken heart, is sadness. 

To throw your questions - to utter disappointments - to say, "I'm sad," alone in itself--- courage.

Letting the tears fall forth, soaking memory's hidden behind the covers of your heart, that they might be softened just enough to become utterable--- courage.

To be so still that all you feel is the streaming warmth of watery tears flow down your face, the heaving motion of your belly rising and falling in jerking movements like an earthquake of emotions  erupting--- courage.

 

The frontlines of the soul is a terrain full of treachery.  Sometimes so great that one might as one does with a wild animal, deem it lost- completely unsalvageable or unredeemable. 

This too, hides the greatness of ones true courage.

Frantically, one hides.  Until hiding from yourself, is no longer working.  Until the pressing in of unanswered questions overcomes ones overly guarded soul.  Not overly guarded from the world, around you. That will all come in time.  But, overly guarded from The One who made you, who knows you fully and is sitting ever so still, lovingly waiting until you answer His loving and tender wooing of gentle doves cooing to your heart.... come, let Me, listen.  Let Me, answer.

It is in that moment that courage can rise.  Awaken to something beautiful... where the questions are not most pressing in that moment, as much as the deep sigh, the warm knowing in a supernatural hug, that He has patiently waited for you to find the courage, to.... cry with Him.  To remember He is truly trustworthy with your tears. 

"You've kept track of my every loss and turn through the sleepless nights.  Each tear placed in your bottle, each ache written in Your book."  Psalm 56: 8

Maybe this was just the beginning.  The entrance into the room in which You, Father, already know, everyone of them, already cried. 

And those still yet to be, cried. 

You have made a beautiful and safe, secret place for these precious waters.  You have created with them, beauty, both seen and unseen.  Heard in the natural, and heard in the spiritual.  You.  Only.  Know these secret places where pools of my heart have resided with You.  And you, play them back to me in ways that bring, healing.  Now, its time to let more of that healing... flow.  From Your river... and from the river of tears You have cried with me, for me, on my behalf.

Yes.  I'll come and sit with You.  I'll courageously let them fall... my tears.  Knowing they are not-
in vain.

That you might awaken, more deeply.... dawn.

"Awake, my glory (my inner self) awake, harp and lyre!  I will awake right early (I will awaken the dawn)! Psalm 57:8