Friday, August 5, 2011

i will wipe every tear from their eye

In late March, we had a bunch of families out to our house to camp. That night, all of us older girls were in a circle asking each other random questions. It was Vivi's idea, and guess where she got it? Little Women. Yes, we were playing "Truth" :D Love it, right? Jo March playing "Truth" in real life? Of course, Leia's first question to me was, "Are you a terrible flirt?" LOL. Thankfully, I am not, but it brought the book to life :P

Anyway, after about thirty minutes or so, we went off on a tangent. We went around in a circle and said what made us cry. Yes, you read that right too. What makes us cry?


When it was my turn, I realized that this was confession time - in a big way. Technically, I am an emotionally "stable" person. I don't fly into passions, fight when I don't get my way, or get tossed about on whims. When I need to vent, my journal and the piano usually receive the brunt of it. However, I do cry. Especially at the age I'm at now, my emotions - however "stable" - are rather prevalent and I tear up about the smallest things, whether good or bad. That night, I confessed to crying over....

school work

sibling relationships

songs that have special meanings

piano pieces played well

just playing piano

listening to epic soundtracks

a thought-provoking, relatively disturbing poem I read

confusing friend relationships

my responsibilities as oldest of eight (that's a big one...)

my miserable failures and God's amazing forgiveness

frustrating church-related conversations

long, difficult conversations with Mama and Dad about life issues

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I'm five months older now, I've learned more, learned how to handle more, but I still cry. I'm still an excited, hopeful, confused, eager sixteen-almost-seventeen-year-old girl. That in itself has made me cry before :)
But I don't have worry or be afraid about any of these emotions. Why?

Because here's the comfort: 

9 After these things I looked, and behold, a great multitude which no one could number, of all nations, tribes, peoples, and tongues, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, with palm branches in their hands, 10 and crying out with a loud voice, saying, “Salvation belongs to our God who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb!” 11 All the angels stood around the throne and the elders and the four living creatures, and fell on their faces before the throne and worshiped God, 12 saying: 

“ Amen! Blessing and glory and wisdom,
      Thanksgiving and honor and power and might,
      
Be to our God forever and ever.
      Amen.” 

13 Then one of the elders answered, saying to me, “Who are these arrayed in white robes, and where did they come from?” 14 And I said to him, “Sir, you know.”
So he said to me, “These are the ones who come out of the great tribulation, and washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. 
15 Therefore they are before the throne of God, and serve Him day and night in His temple. And He who sits on the throne will dwell among them. 16 They shall neither hunger anymore nor thirst anymore; the sun shall not strike them, nor any heat; 17 for the Lamb who is in the midst of the throne will shepherd them and lead them to living fountains of waters. 
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.



1 comment:

  1. Wow. Thanks for that. It means a lot to me right now, because I've never been a crier before, and now all of a sudden I get misty-eyed over the littlest things, which makes me feel weird. It's such a comfort to know that there is One who will wipe away every tear.

    Lots of love,
    Katy-Anne

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