I’ve been reading a book, that everybody must read. Where is God When it Hurts? by Philip Yancey. He makes a bold assertion that to heal yourself of your own hurt, you need to heal the hurt of another person. That misery loves company. That the cross you bear precedes the crown you bear. That the most effective healer is a wounded healer. Pain demands to be felt – and cannot possibly go away until it has been.
I can count every time I’ve cried in the past 5 years on one hand. I remember when my uncle passed away 3 years ago. I was so sad, depressed even, but my eyes were a drought. I had forgotten how to cry. And for the 3 years after that, my eyes have been a fully primed garden hose tangled with knots. Every now and then a knot will be unraveled, and what tears that have been built over the years will come flowing through uncontrollably until the next knot stops it.
This week, I think I’ve relearned how to cry.