Wednesday, July 22, 2015

I Might Cry

I recently saw a friend that I haven’t seen since my husband passed away.  I’ve actually talked to her on the phone once since then, but somehow that is different than seeing her in person.  When I’m faced with a meeting like this or just with the possibility of a meeting like this I get very anxious.  And very weepy.  I don’t know how it is going to be handled & that causes me all kinds of stress.

Will they act like everything is back to normal, ignoring the subject completely?  Will things be awkward, they not knowing what to say to me anymore?  If I break down crying will they know how to deal with that or will that ruin the whole time we have together?  Can you see how all these questions & thoughts can make a person anxious?

I don’t know why it is so emotional to meet someone I haven’t seen in awhile, but it just is.  And when I saw my friend this week I knew the tears were coming.  I felt the anxiety at trying to keep myself in check.  She did something so wonderful that it took all my anxiety away.  She came to me with her arms outstretched for a hug & said, “I might cry when I hug you.”  I said, “I might cry too.”  And we did.  We hugged & cried & it was ok.  Her words gave me such comfort because they released that anxiety of “what ifs” & let me know that with her I had a safe place to let my tears flow.

I thanked her later for her words, but I don’t know that I can truly express how much they meant to me.  Loving, understanding friends are a gift from God & I cherish each one that He has given me!

The Son shines even in our valleys,

copyright 2014 Rebecca Sorrells. Used by permission. For more of Rebecca's writings from her heart visit her blog Sonshine Through The Valleys


  1. How wonderful to have a friend like that who will cry with you. I had one friend do that and it so blessed me. Thank you for sharing your heart.


  2. Those friends are indeed precious!

  3. About a year into my widow hood my daughter and I were at a local restaurant and out of no where the faucet of tears flowed rather abruptly and my daughter said..... "mom, were in a restaurant". It was a restaurant we all frequently ate at from time to time and I was so missing him. I was so caught off guard from her insensitive comment, I then said without thinking "don't make me feel ashamed of my tears".
    Rebecca what a blessing to have someone to cry with you. I read somewhere tears are prayers and a language only God can interpret.


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