Laury Wept

For the letter L, it occurred to me that I’ve been talking about all the crying I've been doing. I wonder how full my bottle is that God has stored for me. He’s probably switched over to the super-sized one by now.

“…put thou my tears into thy bottle:

are they not in thy book? (Psalms 56:8 KJV)

This past Sunday as I sat in church during communion with my 18-year-old beside me, I wept. I couldn’t help it. I tried to hide my tears. The communion song started it. ‘We’ll never know how much it cost, to see my Savior on that cross…’

I imagined standing beside Mary looking up at Jesus, my arm around her shoulder, maybe helping her stand as she wailed in anguish. No, we’ll never understand that moment in time. We weren’t there. We didn’t experience it first-hand, and yet we get to reap the reward of Christ’s death on the cross.

When we sat, and the cracker and juice was passed, I kept my eyes opened and twisted and turned that small piece of cracker in my hand and wept. My Jesus suffered for me. For my family. For you.

Last Sunday, Laury wept. I don’t know if Nik noticed. I’m sure he’s probably thankful he’s off to college soon. Thinking of that makes me weep even more. He’s off to make his own way in the world. He won’t have me waking him up for church. I don’t know if he’ll go anywhere. That causes me great heartache.

“Jesus wept.” John 11:35 is shortest verse in the whole Bible and yet the verse that holds the most meaning to me in my life right now. Jesus wept for a friend, Lazarus, who had just died.  So much is going on right now in this world.  But not only in the world but in our lives and in the lives of our friends and family.  It's hard to hold it all in our hearts.  It comes out in tears for women.  At least it does for me.

I sit at the computer when I read prayer requests and I weep and pray.  So many people have cancer and friends who live with chronic pain.  There are many requests for family members who aren't walking with the Lord.  There are major requests for finances.  Oh, and so much of our land in the south is thirsty for water. So many burdens that affect so very many people....

I have to learn to hand it all over to my God who is our burden carrier.  He makes our load so much lighter.  Maybe that's what you're supposed to do, too.  We all know this but we need to be reminded often.  If you ever give me a prayer request or casually tell me something that is bothering you, know I'm probably on the other end of the computer weeping because that's what I do right now.  I weep.  It's how I handle things at this moment in my life.

And if you see me in person, be ready with the tissues.  It's how I roll at my nearly 48 years of age.  Jesus wept so I can follow in His footsteps.

Go to Patty's blog for more L posts.  See you there!

Here's the song that affected me so.  Hope you'll take some time to worship our Lord and Savior, Jesus.