When
we’re sad or depressed, we like it when the weather agrees. Rustic rainy skies assist the spirit within
to feel safe and at home. We let it rain
in the depths of our souls and we embrace the therapy of God working into the
nodules of our sorrows.
Mary’s husband died in a
workplace accident. But there was no
escape into her grief with her young children around. She’d wait until their eyes flickered and
closed; until their hearts gave way to dreams, then slowly she would let the
pain out — tears long borne on a weary, torn heart — irreparable by sprinklings
of cliché or falsehood. Some time with
God, in some sort of prayer, and some solace at last. God becomes real in these moments.
Sadness is nothing to feel
ashamed about when we know there are others out there, too, beckoning gloomy
days.
Tears must come in such
sadness; that or anger for being cheated of cherished moments alone with the
Spirit of our hearts.
An
Important Warning for Denying Our Essential Truth
We’re warned. Reject the need to spill our sullenness and
soon there’s anger — the cheapening of emotion; damage abounding; walls of a
dam breached by the tidal overflow of rains too generous.
Such a thing as pain we
cannot contain.
We need to let the pain
out.
***
Letting
the pain out,
We’re
assured in this,
Is
putting paid to doubt,
That our souls would
remain amiss.
Letting
the pain out,
How
could we otherwise contend?
So
let the pain out,
In order for God to mend.
***
Find a safe place and let
the pain out. Trust authenticity. It’s all we have. It’s all we need.
Find a safe place and let
out the anger, the confusion, the bitterness of betrayal, the sense of denial
for a thing too tough to handle just now. Letting out such things is giving way
to God; to release what would never be in God’s will for us to retain.
What sense is there in the
retention of a thing that continues to torment us?
No, there is a better way.
We take the blissful
opportunity to let go, and we allow ourselves the relative privilege of feeling
the approval of God.
We may never know God
quite so well as in being shackled by our experiences of pain in a darkened
room—a dungeon—within our souls.
***
Find a safe place and let
the pain out. Trust authenticity. It’s all we have. It’s all we need.
© 2013 S. J. Wickham.
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