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Sometimes I Don't Mind Crying

This week, I cried* a few times.

I cried a lot on Wednesday.

I cried when I saw my friend waiting to walk in to her mother's funeral. I cried when she got up to share about her mom. I cried when the minister choked up during her eulogy. I cried when I hugged my friend during the reception. I cried at the internment when I saw her nephew trying not to cry. I bawled* as my friend came over to two of us after and we mourned together.

I cried again as I told my own mother about the day over the phone.


This morning, at church, I cried.I cried when I saw the smile on my friend's face as she waited to be baptized. I cried when she said Jesus has been calling her for a long time and she's ready to say yes. I cried when another girl said she called herself an atheist not that long ago, but she has seen Jesus change her life. I cried when a big man choked up and couldn't speak. I cried when another big man shared that he has had dark days and has not been a good son to his mother. I cried when a man walked slowly, with the aid of a cane, to the microphone and he told us that he has a disease that will kill him, but he is not afraid of it anymore.

I am glad for all those tears.


(at my church, you get dunked in a trough of cold water...)


*crying = tears in my eyes
bawling = snot running out my nose
There is no inbetween.

Comments

afro-chick said…
& i am crying as i read this. i'm going to hug my mom now.
Jill said…
Selina and I think getting dunked in a tin trough of cold water for your baptism would be pretty amazing.
Vanessa said…
yep. crying too.
although i do have an in between.
it's interesting how tears communicate such a diverse range of emotions.
i cry all the time.
plus i'm an empathetic crier. so if you're crying, there's a real good chance that i'm crying too.
love you.

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