Cry | Psalm 6

I bought into something that may ruin me (if it hasn’t already). For the longest time, I have lived the philosophy that men don’t cry. To shed tears expresses weakness. I’m wrong and I know it. But when it comes time to live the truth that rebukes me I fight. I don’t cry.

Shame on me… My relationship with God has suffered because I’ve yet to tap that moment when life hurts so bad that I feel my own inabilities and express them through tears that only God can dry. David’s words stung me hard. “I am weary with my groaning; all night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.” He reached a point of transparency with God I have yet to find.

Tears don’t expose weakness. They bring hope and healing. Tears shower the soul in a refreshing stream of renewal and regeneration. They help wipe away the smudges from the windows of our eyes that have blurred our outlook on life.

I can write these things. They’re true. But can I embody them? I pray that before my soul hardens and I lose the hope of discovering the heart of David that I can live my words. Cry—the dirt is building up.