I'm not a big crier. I somehow never learned the pretty cry I've seen friends demonstrate during sappy movies or moving life experiences; my face knows only the "ugly cry." Friends, it is ugly.
When I feel a situation might near touching, beautiful, sad, or otherwise tear-inducing territory, I think about celery.
Celery is neutral.
Really, I don't have to use this strategy too often. Like I said, I'm not a big crier. But when I'm pregnant and bathed in those girlie hormones, I am a lost cause in the most benign situations. It's irritating to say the least.
Add the hormone cocktail to being in a place of worship, thanking and praising the One who loves me and leads me, and hearing the first notes of a worship song I've not ONCE made it through without tearing up, gestating or not. It was all over. Actually, I have thought about writing about this particular song a number of times, and have enjoyed meditating again on the words as I typed them out below. It's a creed, heartfelt and real, and, I think, one of those pieces where the words and the melody FEEL the same and tell the same story independent of one another. The lyrics are written below, and the video underneath them includes them as well.
Happy Sunday!
In Christ alone, my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
this Cornerstone, this solid ground, firm through the fiercest droughts and storms
What heights of love what depths of peace when fears are stilled, when strivings cease,
My comforter, my all in all, here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone, who took on flesh, fullness of God in helpless babe.
This gift of love and righteousness, scorned by the ones he came to save.
Til on the cross as Jesus died, the wrath of God was satisfied.
For every sin on him was laid-
Here in the death of Christ I live.
There in the ground, his body lay, Light of the world, by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious day, up from the grave he rose again
And as He stands in victory sin's curse has lost it grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life
No fear in death
THIS is the power of Christ in me.
from life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny!
No power of hell, no scheme of man can EVER pluck me from his hand
Til he returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I'll stand!
7 comments:
For me it was singing "I am not forgotten, God knows my name..." with the images of the Haitian victims, the elderly faces and suddenly the tiny ,unborn fetus. I seriously thought of emailing Dwight B. to get the names of the songs from this morning to copy their lyrics...they hit me that profoundly. So. It is not gestational hormones. It IS a wonderful blog, Becky.
I'm so sorry that I had to miss that service yesterday, but you've helped me be there vicariously. Dad
Good song! I am such a crier, oddly it's mostly when I'm mad, so I just end up looking like a food, but no more, now I'm going to think of celery! Thanks!
Not pregnant. Crying. Thanks for this post. :)
Great song! The crying is definitely understandable. Weird side note: while reading this post, I am eating celery. It is neutral.
Goose bumps. I love that song! I appreciate it so much more now. :) Thanks for the post...
Beautiful. I am a crier.
The celery idea is helpful, thank you :)
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