This was the impromptu sermon I got this morning when I went to Compassion International's site to send a birthday gift to Estefani, and let me tell you it was spot on. Yesterday I read a post from a blogger that I enjoy. She wrote of a gift that her parents had given her. It was beautiful, and I wish that I could say that I too had given my children that gift. But I fear that I didn't. I fear I didn't because the gift is something that I don't possess, and the lack of it is one of the greatest sources of pain in my life. While I was joyful for her and glad that she appreciates the true value of the gift, it highlighted that ache in the center of my soul. It left me in tears and crying out to God. Then afterwards I felt ashamed that I cry at God for not having that gift and I don't appreciate the many gifts that He has blessed me with. No wonder I don't have that, I don't appreciate what I do have. But this is the rend, the tear, the wound that breeds all my depression and insecurity. So this morning while I was sending a gift, God sent one to me. He gave me the words above to let me know that my tears are not evil, but a way to keep myself healthy.
If you are not familiar with Compassion International, please go over to www.compassion.com and check this wonderful charity out, and consider sponsoring a child in need.