When the weather gets dry out here in Southern California, typically I get sick. My sinus gets achy, and icky; my lungs cough; and my entire face gets dry, dry, dry. And right now in SoCal, it's like the Sahara.
However, the benefit of this unfortunate weather came in the form of a simile tonight: in seasons of dryness -- whether due to failure, frustrated hopes, or other losses -- tears can be like a stream in the desert. The subtle water that wets the soil. In times of loss, holding it all in -- our pain, confusion, hurt, anger -- doesn't resolve the situation. Our inner circumstances can remain unchanged, even if our external circumstances resolve in our favor. How much more pain is there when so often they don't?
So when we can release our tears of bitterness, forgiveness, grief, or frustration in a safe place of prayer or with a trusted friend -- connecting them with the involved circumstances -- healing can begin to flow.
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