I consider myself a tough cookie. After all, aren’t I a survivor? I’ve survived some hard times: A broken home by age three, followed by poverty, hunger, homelessness, alcoholism, neglect, loss of a sibling at age nine, two near-drowning incidents, a car wreck, juvenile detention home, taunting, brawls, racism, alternative schooling, marriage to a ruthless man twice my age, bearing four children by the time I was twenty-two—three by cesarean—physical abuse, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, betrayal, hopelessness, despair, rejection, abandonment, being shot at (he missed), divorce, single-parenting, grieving over the loss of dear loved ones …
BUT God!
However, there is a softer side to me as well. This thing called tears. Yes, a family member has even called me sentimental. I have been known to cry after losing a pet, even an insect. I cried when I shot my first deer. I may cry when reading a book, during a dance, listening to a song, attending a wedding, or while watching a movie. I especially cry when I hear a newborn’s first cry, whether in real life or on TV. I can’t help it; the tears flow. I sometimes cry when opening presents, saying goodbye, being pleasantly surprised, laughing, praying, or worshipping in church. Seeing mountains, rainbows, the ocean, a kitten, or a hummingbird can make me cry. I cried when I heard my grandchild call me “Mimi” for the first time. And at times, I cry when I’m hurt, scared, tired, or angry.
But I don’t want you to know that. I am tough. Not weak. Remember?
Now I’m not much of a horse person, but I know enough to know that a horse is full of grace and strength with every muscle, tendon, and ligament working in unison to support a rider at galloping speed. Yet, that same powerful, majestic horse is controlled by a bit in its mouth and will move in the direction the rider wants.
When I read about Moses, I was struck by the fact that he was described as the meekest man who walked the earth. When I read about Jesus, I see that He was all-powerful yet kept that power in check. His meekness was not a weakness.
So, I say: It’s okay to let our guard down at times and reveal our softer, sensitive selves. It doesn’t mean we’re a softy, a weakling, or a pushover. Power under control means self-control, and that is a virtue. After all, we are human with God-given emotions. Besides, God bottles our tears.
And because God loves us so much, I would venture to say: Sometimes God cries.
© M.A. Perez 2013, All Rights Reserved
From Heart to Heritage
Reflections From the Heart 