Tears

Woman tears

Yesterday I was talking to some friends about my season of singleness and one said,

Lindsey, do you know that you are wonderful?

That was all it took.

Tears.

Sometimes it is the strangest things that start them streaming.

I am curious. What is the last thing that made you cry?

Was it a movie? Was it a song? Was it uproarious laughter? Was it words of encouragement or words of criticism? Was it a small thing that just happened to be the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back? Was it something happy or something sad?


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Lindsey has a sincere love for her precious dogs Molly and Maisy, a good red wine and the Delta Sky Club. She spends her days (and some nights) laboring to end childhood hunger at Feed the Children and to gather, equip and unleash women at IF:Gathering.

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  • Allison Roberts

    I'm trying to remember the last time that I cried over something other than my husband's affair, our divorce and my lonliness. I don't think there is anything else that has brought me to tears. Even recent times that were reasons to cry tears of joy, my tears seem to be tainted with thoughts of not having my husband to share those moments with. YUCK! I'm ready for a new reason to cry!! 🙂

  • What's heartbreaking to me? I cried at the series finale of LOST. I get choked up when watching FIELD OF DREAMS.

    But when it comes to something real? I feel…walled in. Blocked. I can feel the sadness, I can feel the desire, the want, the NEED to cry and have an emotional release…but nothing. I don't know if I've done this to myself for what, but the pain of not being able to cry is as bad (if not worse) than being able to express sorrow through tears.
    My recent post I Write Pyrite

  • Listening to "The Stand" by Hillsong United Tuesday night on the radio, followed by a 2 mile walk while singing part of the chorus and evidencing God's grace and love and my own brokenness.

    What can I say?
    What can I do?
    But offer my heart, oh God
    Completely to you….

    – d.

  • kristerdunn

    Grandma was a crier. Sobber actually. One of those loud, unincumbered, kinds of sobbers. Dad followed that game plan. I've managed to elude that. However, sometimes, this odd liquid leaks from my eyes when something moves me.

    Someone went out of their way in a large work meeting to say some very kind things about me and the work I was doing. That's the first time in a very looooong career that someone did that. Possibly the first time ever. My face was wet.

    Ok, I cried. It moved me. I was a mess.

    That kindness inspired me to do the same for others when I have a chance.

  • linds, you ARE wonderful. and i miss you so, so much. i’m grateful for you in my life.

    i love you!

  • I cried just now, over at annieblogs – her video of the concert where the Nashville crowd embraced the art of the artist – and they all loved it and it was beautiful to see. And I don't even like concerts. And I wasn't event there. But the art and love of it all made me cry.

  • Reese

    My eye's teared up at your post, Lindsey.

    Thanks for for being so transparent.

    prayers
    xo
    reese

  • I am a crier. Definitely am.

    My last recent cry was when a good friend of mine and I forgave each other for time not spent with each other. I was hurt because she wasn't there when I needed her. And I told her. She said sorry and I forgave. And our friendship is stronger. Once again.

  • I'm not afraid to admit I can be a crier. There are a couple songs that get to me without fail, but in the past week these 3 things have brought the waterworks: (1) Hearing Tim Keller read The Prodigal God audiobook (2) someone in my life who I greatly respect tell me how proud they were of me and believed in me (3) someone who God has put in my life to pour into sharing with me that my life has inspired them to dive into and engage their own story and how that has produced life change. Tears. Grateful. Thanks for this.
    My recent post The Broken Road