Why The Tears?

I love Sunday School. Even more than that, I love the Sunday School teacher. I'm not saying that flippantly. I mean I really LOVE him... you see, my Knight is the Sunday School teacher. He has a way of helping me see things in a different way. Not that he tries to change my views or anyone else's for that matter, but he just has a way of helping me see things a little clearer.

I know that yesterday's lesson was a good one. He always does a good job. But I could only keep my mind on one of the scriptures that was read. It was 2 Samuel 1:17-27. The young lady that read it has a brother named Jonathan. I couldn't stop my tears. David loved Jonathan. They weren't blood related, but their love for each other ran deep. Reading how David lamented Jonathan's death just tugged at my heart. I couldn't stop thinking about it. It lingered with me all day long.

Throughout my day certain things all of a sudden, would make me cry...

*A friend shared how the parents of a young girl packed up her bags and sent her to live with her boyfriend. They are getting married, but the concept of a parent kicking out a child is one I can't comprehend. I had to excuse myself when I heard this and went to the bathroom to cry.

* Another friend shared that, a dad and their oldest daughter and their only son had died in a car accident. The mom and twin daughters survived, but the girls are in still in the hospital.

*Later on in the day we finished watching Becoming Jane. Even though it's a movie meant to entertain and it's not her real life's story, I still wanted to see it. I'm a big fan of Jane Austen and Anne Hathaway.

* We also watched a movie called Gridiron Gang. I know the movie was a little cheezy at times. The language was too foul for my taste, but the story is about gang members and boys who are in jail. If watching this movie doesn't do anything for you, all you have to do is fast forward to the credits and watch actual footage of Coach Porter and the players. But I warn you... get some tissues.

The last movie did me in. I quickly got up from the couch and headed to my room. I cried until my eyes were red and swollen. I was emotionally whipped.

Dare I say that my crying didn't end there? Well it didn't. Once my Knight and I got into bed, I started to pray. I've already shared how there are nights that I'm up until the wee hours of the morning praying. Well it was another one of those nights. I prayed and cried myself to sleep. My tears weren't tears of sadness. They were cleansing, thankful and hopeful tears.

Oh and by the way... you were prayed for. Yes... you.