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I used to feel ashamed of my tears.
As a nurse, a veteran, a mother—I thought strength meant holding it together. I thought crying made me look broken. Weak. Out of control.
But grief changed all of that.
After losing my son, my husband, and my mother… the tears came without warning. I cried in the car, in the shower, in the grocery store. Sometimes in silence, sometimes in sobs. And you know what I’ve learned?
Tears are holy.
Tears are healing.
Tears are prayer.
I believe crying is its own ministry. It says, “I have loved deeply. I am hurting honestly. I am trusting God enough to fall apart in His hands.”
The Bible tells us that God collects every tear. That means He sees each one—not as weakness, but as worship. He doesn’t rush us through our pain. He honors it.
So if you’re crying today, I want you to know this:
You are not falling apart. You are releasing.
You are not alone. You are seen.
And your tears are doing sacred work.
Have you ever felt closer to God through your tears? If this post spoke to your heart, I invite you to share it with someone who needs the reminder that tears are not weakness—they are witness to love, loss, and the God who holds us through both.
