tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603594192551052418.post7844089138540056239..comments2013-02-24T10:15:08.017-06:00Comments on Beyond Sunday Morning: Strong Enough to Be WeakBeyond Sunday Morningshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07933496509257238305noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603594192551052418.post-29534525361111856162010-12-16T09:17:24.516-06:002010-12-16T09:17:24.516-06:00A friend of mine yesterday at work were talking an...A friend of mine yesterday at work were talking and we were both fighting back tears because we were discussing other people we care about that we want so desperately to "put Jesus in their hearts". Realizing their destiny without accepting Christ as their Savior made us both well up but we fought back the tears because we were at work in the hall and well you know.....couldn't have people walking by see us in that state. My reason for fighting back tears is because of my need to get everything under control. I struggle all the time with the things in my life that I think are "out of control" (house, time, etc.) I struggle because I want to make sure everything is working just the way it should and crying just makes me feel that much more out of control. I think that is why God makes me cry (amoung other things) to teach me that ultimately I am not in control -- HE IS. A thought just crossed my mind too........if He made us in His image and He wept, then that is why we weep too! <br />JuliaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603594192551052418.post-47503715733207865552010-12-16T08:34:48.191-06:002010-12-16T08:34:48.191-06:00Just this morning on my way to work I witnessed a ...Just this morning on my way to work I witnessed a scene in a local dept store parking lot that really upset me and brought me to tears, two grown women arguing with each other while a small boy looked up and said, "Mommy, it's ok"...my heart just broke for that child, and I cried all the way to work just aching to hug my own children...I too cry alot, and want to hide, so I don't appear weak or as a "big baby"...This post makes me realize I again should be more like Jesus and weep when called to weep...Thank you Amy for this post:)-AprilAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603594192551052418.post-75806819441988908012010-12-16T08:09:29.363-06:002010-12-16T08:09:29.363-06:00I JUST 15 MINUTES AGO STARTED CRYING AT A SCENE I ...I JUST 15 MINUTES AGO STARTED CRYING AT A SCENE I WITNESSED IN THE PARKING LOT OF A POPULAR DEPT STORE...TWO GROWN WOMEN WERE ARGUING ABOUT SOMETHING WITH DESCRIPTIVE WORDS INVOLED AND A LITTLE BOY SAYING "MOMMY IT'S OK" UNDER HER FEET, MY HEART JUST BROKE FOR THAT CHILD... I CRIED ALL THE WAY TO WORK AND THEN TRIED TO "BE OK" WHEN I CAME IN TO WORK, I GUESS I DON'T LIKE TO FEEL WEAK, LIKE SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME, I DON'T WANT OTHERS TO THINK I AM A "BIG BABY"...I GUESS AGAIN, I SHOULD TRY TO BE MORE LIKE JESUS AND WEEP WHEN I FEEL THE "CALL" AND THE "NEED"...THANK YOU AMY FOR THIS POST :)-APRILAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603594192551052418.post-905101385825811302010-12-16T06:51:04.004-06:002010-12-16T06:51:04.004-06:00for me, Im a fixer. and as much as I want to be th...for me, Im a fixer. and as much as I want to be there for someone, hug them, cry with them (I get made fun of for crying too...) I am almost paralyzed because I want to fix the issue so crying can stop. Now tears of joy...totally different story. But if your heart is broken, no matter how much I KNOW in my head just being there to walk thru this time together, without all the answers...It still makes me uncomfortable, because I want to fix it. its interesting, cause Im not that way. When I cry, and have a situation, I dont always want answers. I just want a friend....so I'm not sure why I approach others situations that way.Camilliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16852916280302663096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-603594192551052418.post-55805600686285894632010-12-16T05:30:26.024-06:002010-12-16T05:30:26.024-06:00Amy,
What a great post! For many years my family ...Amy,<br />What a great post! For many years my family ridiculed and shamed me for my waterworks. It wasn't until my recent journey through breast cancer that I discovered tears are actually a blessing. For me tears demonstrate my authenticity and the gift God blessed me with: a tender heart. Thanks again for your insights and sharing.<br />Ps. I was at a conference recently and the speaker mentioned crying/tears. He offered two suggestions. First he said that it is physical impossible to cry for more than 8 (I think that was the number) minutes...so if you are going to cry...let it all go, you will eventually stop. Secondly, if someone cry's in your presence--words are often unnecessary--just your presence can bring great comfort.Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396309591269376813noreply@blogger.com