So I Cried
There are some prayers that only tears have the words to articulate. So I cry. From out of my depth, I cry, and my book is filled with prayers that only God understands.
I used to be afraid of crying. I thought crying made me look too weak and too sensitive. No. Not crying only stifled that part of me that screamed to break the ranks of my ignorance and rush into the arms of a loving Father. So, I cried, and crying set me free.
It was a release of words that my mouth had not the strength to carry into Present on its own. It was a release of pain that had grown accustomed to marrying me to silence. It was a release of shame.
Crying was a sweet liberation. Crying was rest. Crying was an overflow of prayer. So…I cried.
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