Sunday was a very emotional day. It didn’t help that I’m a bawl baby at heart.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I cry non-stop. It only happens when I’m incredibly overwhelmed with
- and the ending of most super sad movies and even some super sad commercials.
For those who have already vowed to run the other way the next time they see me in public, I want you to know that I don’t slobber and wail all the time. I am a normal human who functions without risk to others in everyday society.
It’s just that I leak a lot. (No smart remarks here. You know what I mean.)
Honestly, when it come to crying I wish had super powers. I’d leap over heart wrenching moments with a single bound. People would call me Captain Super-happy.
But, I’m just emotionally messy me. It’s really embarrassing sometimes.
Just this last Sunday I was crying during the worship time at church. In a matter of seconds my not so flawlessly applied make-up washed away. To stop the flow, I squeezed my eyes shut.
As I berated myself for not being a stronger person, the lyrics of the worship song caught my attention.
“You alone are my strength, my shield…”
I suddenly caught a glimpse of my my not-so-super-self huddled in a muddy field of emotions. I felt weak and exposed. But when I peeked through swollen eyes, I saw the the shield of God’s strength and love overshadowing me.
I still “leaked” a bit. It’s what I do. But, I kept thinking about God and how His perfect character makes a difference in the imperfect me.
God alone is my strength, my shield. That’s why bawl babies like me can’t wait to worship Him.