When the world is just a bit bigger than we are

I've wept briefly twice today.

the first time was after speaking to a friend who's son was brain damaged in a road accident some years ago.  Her emotional stamina in supporting him and looking for opportunities to help stimulate some response from him is awesome.  I want something to happen, to put things right. I want to make it all better but, of course, I can't.  My friend plods on with huge dignity and graciousness.  After the phone conversation I grieved for the loss and loveliness in the painful situation.  It just hurts, there's no avoiding it; it hurts and you have to just plod on.

the second time tears came was when I was reading Mike Todd's blog, as he blogged about Father's day, and received a comment back from his dad.  I wept for the beauty of it, I wept for the intimate relationship that I didn't have with my dad, I wept for the lovely quote from Dave Todd "Practice random beauty and senseless acts of love."

I don't know, but there seem to be some times when the world, the pain and the beauty, is just a bit too big to fit into my heart.  I suspect that Jesus weeps too.

Comments

[stephanie]

Thank you. Tears come unexpectedly and sometimes there is no explanation. Whatever they are for doesn't matter. Reading this reminds me that tears are still important - because they always water some parched place within my soul, or perhaps they remind me to pray for others.

[Caroline]

Hmm, I do like that idea that tears water a parched place in my soul, I shall remember that - thank you Stephanie