I think lamenting gets a bad wrap.
Lamenting is important. It’s necessary. It’s good. It’s healing. And dare I say, lamenting is holy. The past few months, I have had a season of loss like I’ve never experienced before. There’s been grief and sadness on top of pain and anguish. Hard doesn’t even begin to describe what I’ve been going through. There have been countless tears shed leading to countless sleepless nights. Just when I think the tears are over, a whole new wave of them ensue.
I’m honestly at a loss; I’m beyond done. I’m over this season of heartache. But every morning I awake to find myself still in the midst of it.
For the most part, I’m a happy girl. I smile. I make others laugh with my wickedly funny sarcasm. And when seasons like this hit, there’s intense pressure to still be “on,” to respond to these trials with grace and strength and joy. But I don’t want to be “on” all the time. Sometimes I need to be “off.” And when I am, it needs to be okay. In fact, it is okay.
But we continue to put this pressure on Christians to behave a certain way when hardships come. There’s this unspoken expectation for us to be happy all the time, in all things to be “content.” But right now I’m not happy and smiling, and God doesn’t expect me to be. He doesn’t expect you to be either.
I love my good buddy David, the king, the man after God’s own heart. Success or failure. Right choices or wrong choices, David was pretty honest with God about himself. He withheld nothing in prayer. I admire that. I want to model this behavior because complete honesty is what builds an intimacy with Him.
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