Sometimes A Girl’s Gotta Cry

Sometimes…

A girl’s just gotta cry.  

Sometimes it is joy, sometimes it’s grief.

Sometimes it’s both–at exactly the same moment.

The wonderful and the painful joined together in such raw emotion that no single word could describe it…

And you think that there is absolutely no one that really understands.

Except maybe Winnie-the-Poo.

Winnie the Poo

One of my most precious gifts, my daughter, gave birth to our fifth grandchild on Saturday–in South Africa.

I knew this was going to be hard, but I really didn’t want to believe that I would miss something as wonderful as this.

AGAIN, I am thankful for technology and the ability to talk to her soon after the birth of our fourth granddaughter, and to see her precious face on Skype.

But my heart hurts.  I want to be there.  I want to hold her.  I want to wrap my arms around my daughter and tell her how proud I am of her and how truly amazed I am at her strength and tenacity and courage.

But I can’t.  Not yet, but soon.  But not soon enough!

As a believer, I don’t ascribe to coincidence.  God, the Almighty, the Creator and Author of all things beautiful, knows.

He knows exactly what we need, when we need it.

Here was His gift to me today:

Life is Hard

She goes on to say, “In a world that has lost its way, we must have the fidelity of His heart, the rightness of His judgements, the certainty of His love, and the inseparability of His presence as our north, south, east, and west.  When life sends us headlong into a cart-wheel, if we’ll stretch our hands out in each direction, He will land us back on our feet.” [pg. 115, Children of the Day]

What I continue to learn is, life can sometimes be difficult.  Sometimes we just gotta cry.  BUT, the Lord, HE is faithful, and He gives us just what we need to continue in our pursuit of holiness.

When I think of You as I lie on my bed,
I meditate on You during the night watches
because You are my helper;
I will rejoice in the shadow of Your wings.
I follow close to You;
Your right hand holds on to me.  Psalm 63:6-8

I can’t help but wonder if this powerful emotion of complete and utter joy and excruciating pain is only a small taste of what God the Father felt as He watched His one and only Son die a cruel death–so that we could be called sons of the Most High. [Luke 6:35]

What a waste it would be if I thought these struggles were only about me…

Seek the Lord while He may be found;
call to Him while He is near.
Let the wicked one abandon his way
and the sinful one his thoughts;
let him return to the Lord,
so He may have compassion on him,
and to our God, for He will freely forgive.

 “For My thoughts are not your thoughts,
and your ways are not My ways.”
This is the Lord’s declaration.
 “For as heaven is higher than earth,
so My ways are higher than your ways,
and My thoughts than your thoughts.
 For just as rain and snow fall from heaven
and do not return there
without saturating the earth
and making it germinate and sprout,
and providing seed to sow
and food to eat,
 so My word that comes from My mouth
will not return to Me empty,
but it will accomplish what I please
and will prosper in what I send it to do.” Isaiah 55: 6-11

~~Vickie

  5 comments for “Sometimes A Girl’s Gotta Cry

  1. Jan Gilreath
    October 9, 2014 at 10:01 pm

    Very powerful my friend. Sometimes all we can do is cry.

    Like

  2. October 7, 2014 at 8:09 pm

    Awww, Congratulations on another precious granddaughter! You are so blessed!

    Like

  3. October 7, 2014 at 2:52 pm

    Reblogged this on Doug Munton and commented:
    Good words from my wife’s blog!

    Like

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