"The tears of the world are a constant quantity."
On Sunday, in a brief moment of sorrow I looked out at a deluge of rain–the angels' tears they were, in empathy. The sorrow wasn't long lasting, passed as quickly as the rain, but it was there so I gave it the moment it was asking for.
Some say you can't be truly transformed unless you suffer some degree of brokenness. This isn't to say throw open the doors to pain, but at least find out what it has to say and deal with it.
The enemy of brokenness is Pride, which Judgement and Criticism are constantly prodding in the back. They are there to convince you vulnerability is wrong. Be without them, they won't let you progress anywhere in your life.
{Today's soundtrack: Lamb - Heaven, from What Sound}
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