Weary With My Crying

I have grown¬†weary with my crying. —¬†Psalm 69:4a.

A confession. I was with my father the night he died. For the next few days, I was caught up in comforting my mother and family, helping with the funeral arrangements, attending services and hosting all the mourners at our house. Those days were a blur, but I don’t remember shedding a tear. Maybe I did, I just don’t remember. A few days afterwords, I had returned to the office. A partner walked in to my office and asked how I was doing. The floodgates opened. I couldn’t stop crying especially after the partner made a quick and awkward exit. I had not become weary with my crying, I was exhausted holding it all in.

Whether we are weary with crying or holding it all back God is always there to bring us comfort. He doesn’t awkwardly leave the room, but wraps us in his arms. Sometimes when we are weary we forget to call on God. It doesn’t matter, he will be there anyway.

 

About the author

Webb Hubbell, former Associate Attorney General of The United States, is an author and speaker. His novels, When Men Betray, Ginger Snaps, A Game of Inches, The Eighteenth Green, and The East End are published by Beaufort Books and are available online or at your local bookstore. When Men Betray won one of the IndieFab awards for best novel in 2014. Ginger Snaps and The Eighteenth Green won the IPPY Awards Gold Medal for best suspense/thriller.

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  1. I once read an article about people mourning at different times. I remember when my father (my favorite parent) died everyone else was crying or showing other reactions. I was perfectly calm. A few days later I began crying, etc. I liked your thoughts on the event.

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