A natural crier, I often wish I could stop up the tears that seem to come so easily.
Yet maybe it’s the tears we shed that water our parched hearts, preparing them to receive the seeds of growth God plants.
Nineteen Years of Crying
It seems I’ve been crying since the day my girl was born.
My third child, I cried for the miracle of new life, and I wept for my first girl.
And then I cried …
- When Rachel quit breathing at a little over a month old.
- During the long nights of apnea monitoring.
- Through exhausting days of nursing and pumping to give my tiny treasure, whose cleft palate wouldn’t allow her to properly drink, the best nutrition.
- While undertaking the grueling job of getting her to drink following her cleft repair.
- When we heard, “lifelong disability.”
- When she said her first word and took her first unaided step, both around her 4 year old mark.
- Marking each school year of growth that always ended with greater discrepancy with her peers.
- When Rachel attended her first dance in 8th grade at the insistence of her friend Kenna. Not only did Kenna and her friends invite Rach but they welcomed her as one of them, helping her do her hair and making it a golden night.
- After the call I received informing us that the senior class had chosen Rachel to be on the Homecoming court.
- The night she was crowned Homecoming Queen!
- When the surgeon informed us after nearly 7 hours of surgery that her vascular transplantation went wonderfully.
- The afternoon Rachel walked across the stage at commencement flanked by two friends to receive her diploma cover and the applause from her peers and the audience.
Tears of joy, sorrow, pain, frustration, relief, overwhelming gratitude: I’ve shed them all during this girl’s 19 years of life.
Purpose To Our Tears
And there’s two things I’m certain of concerning those tears:
1. They will continue and
2. They’ve watered hearts, helping to produce growth in the lives of many, perhaps most of all, me.
So don’t fear the tears you’re compelled to shed. After all, every heart needs to be watered to grow.
Happy Birthday, Rachel
I couldn’t be more blessed to celebrate the life of this daughter of mine.
A daughter in name, but so much more, a daughter of my heart.
Happy 19th birthday, Rachel! This world is far richer with you in it.
“You Yourself have recorded my wanderings. Put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your records?” Psalm 56:8
Reflections: What growth have you experienced in your life that were watered by the tears?
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