I remember the waves of sadness that would crash over me. There wasn’t any rhyme or reason so I’d know when to expect the next one.
There may be a song or a moment or words spoken and the waves of sadness threatened to take me under. It was so hard to breathe. I may be in a store or in the library. I had go to my car and get out of there because I couldn’t stop the tears – or the pain.
Sobbing uncontrollably in public isn’t fun.
People usually don’t know what to say when someone is going through a divorce. It’s almost as uncomfortable for them as it is for the people going through it. (Almost.)
A few years after I’d cried the last of the seven million tears and healed from my divorce, my Uncle Dale visited me. He was going through some deep grieving over the end of his marriage.
I sat with him and we talked. We prayed together. Of course we cried together. I hugged him and THEN I said it; The words I never thought would have left my mouth (and shocked that I’d even THINK them,) “I’m so glad I’ve been divorced so I can help you through this.”
I mean, WHAT?!
I couldn’t believe I said that.
Those words just left my mouth.
I HEARD what I’d said… and I MEANT it.
I was never EVER glad to be divorced in ANY way – until that moment.
Someone was hurting ~ and I understood the pain. ~ I could be there for him and help in some way that others couldn’t.
That’s what it’s all about. If we hide the stuff we’ve been through in our lives how can we help someone else?
You don’t have to wonder how you’ll know who needs your story.
God leads people to each other all the time. Ask Him who and when.
Your seven million tears have a purpose even bigger than helping you heal from your pain.
Your life matters. Your story matters. How you feel about it all matters. What matters next is what you will do with it.