“More dreams die by self-inflicted wounds than any other kind. God is for you…and it’s time for you to be too.”
Holley Gerth, You’re Made for a God-Sized Dream
I’m not one to really cry in front of others. Now tear up and get emotional? Shoot, I do that every other day in front of anyone. But give into the ugly cry where my face gets splotchy red and my shoulders shake and I can’t even talk for sucking in air? Heavens no. I’ll do it alone curled up on my red and tan sofa or snuggled up to my hubs, but it’s rare I do it in front of anyone else.
Recently I did do the ugly cry in front of others, and lo and behold, it didn’t kill me. In fact, those relentless tears mixed with prayers to heaven made good therapy. But I’m not gonna lie: Before I felt better, I felt weak and ridiculous. It’s one thing to cry in front of others when tragedy befalls you or even when you discover your girl has a broken neck. It’s another thing to lose it over something you believe is “no big deal” in the grand scheme of things, like insecurities or a lack of confidence. But those things touch tender places, and with tender places come tears. Vulnerability feels mighty risky.
Sometimes, the things that make us ugly cry hardest are bold faced lies the Enemy shouts to condemn. Lies I too often grab onto and run away with. Today, I’m sharing a story about a time I did just that, but also how I’m bold faced telling on him. Join me and bravely share your story, too?