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Courage to Cry

Crying can be a beautiful thing. We have enjoyed many tears in our home over the years. The amount of water that has fallen from our eyes has increased exponentially, since Charles died. When you lose a close loved one, tears become faithful friends that are always there when you need them.

Last night, Sammi found herself covered in tears. Her choir performed at an event for those who have lost their children. They sang the song "Lullabye," by Billy Joel. (Click HERE to listen.) She just couldn't do it, she could not make it through the song without sobbing. It was also our wedding anniversary, so that added to the depth of feelings for her, as she thought about her dad.

Through her personal experience with losing someone she loves so dearly, she connected deeply with those who have also experienced loss in their lives. That shared loss-connection is such a powerful feeling, it can be overwhelming at times. Sammi felt the emotion in that room in an intense way, and it was just too much for her to hold back.

But there is something beautiful about music, and tears. Sammi could not sing with her voice last night, but her tears were an even more powerful melody that touched the souls of those who were around her. The quiet songs that are sung through tear-filled eyes, are often the most beautiful of all.

Her tears were a testament of her love, and love was flowing freely through her.

After the performance, she had many come to her and offer their love and comfort. So many were willing to dry her tears, and hug away her sorrow.

I was not at her performance. But when we met together at home, we sat on the couch, and she told me what had happened, as she continued crying on my lap. We listened to the "Lullabye" song together, and allowed those deep feelings to flow through us. It was a very sweet and tender moment that we shared, a moment that I will not forget.

There is something really beautiful about having the courage to cry.

Tears are the silent music of the soul.

Comments

  1. I can get so close to the Spirit through tears. Not that I'm asking for more, mind you! Hugs from Heaven to all of you! "Tears are the silent music of the soul", so poetic and true.

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