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Dry your eyes, the King has come.

It’s been a weepy few days. I’m not really sure why. Yesterday, I cried so much that I almost made myself laugh at the sheer volume of it. Even little Chloe was looking at me compassionately (if that’s possible). As far as I know, nothing was really wrong; there was just much remembering and general wistfulness happening. A friend had put up a beautiful post in memory of her lost baby, but even before that I caught myself clinging to Chloe and praying for friends who have lost their sweet babies and wondering how I would survive if I lost mine. Sometimes the love I have for my kids is so great that it’s almost debilitating. If I let myself think about all that could go wrong, my heart is constricting and I’m crying like there is no tomorrow!

This morning, my heart still felt very tender (and I have to be especially careful on days like today, because I know how easy it is for me to go to a dark place if I don’t guard my thoughts). I basically was just praying, “Help! I can feel “it” coming on. Please, help!” A little bit later, as I was listening to Christmas music and cleaning my living room, a song came on and the first line was, “Dry your eyes, the King has come.” It was so beautiful and poignant!

The King has come!

Death has been defeated.
Sin has been defeated.
Depression has been defeated.
Sorrow and darkness, pain and emptiness have been defeated.
The victory has already been won over all these things.
The King came for them. 
Loves in them
Heals in them

Yes. Our hearts break, often….and deep and likely will for a long time. But Hope is never lost. The King has come, has ALREADY come and lifted the darkness.

I wish I could explain why this spoke to me so much today, but I can’t. It just did. The promise was so timely and brought such peace to my weepy heart.

I love how this passage sums up the seasons of life:

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away,
A time to tear, and a time to sew,
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time for war and a time for peace.
(Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)


Today, it was time for me to accept the truth that the King has come and dry my eyes for now. Wherever you are at in this passage, whatever season that you are in, be encouraged. You are loved, the victory has been won…and the darkness WILL lift. 

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