The Tearful Dance
I never, until recently, associated beauty with tears.
When the rainstorms of pain cloud our lives what does God see? Does He see something that I cannot?
Although, from the outside my life looks like a thrilling adventure of faith, people may be surprised to see what’s on the inside. I still have that “newlywed glow” {going on 10 months!} and a big teethy grin, but what they don’t see are the numerous times I am curled up in the fetal position crying like a baby. My life, like everyone else’s is not free from pain. In fact, the challenges of living by faith have made me feel more like a blubbering mess, rather than a beautiful new bride.
It is not necessary to list all the difficult situations of my life in the past year, but getting married, moving to South Africa, and walking away from a fulfilling ministry, were all enough for me to have tear-soaked pillows and handfuls of wet tissues on many nights. {I didn’t know our bodies were capable of producing such a waterfall from our eyes!}
Ever since I was a little girl, my first reaction to difficult and painful circumstances has always been tears. Crying is a normal response for any hurting or frustrated child. But how do I justify my tears as a grown, mature, adult woman who trusts God?
Tear-stained cheeks and a snotty nose are no longer acceptable, but embarrassing, especially when accompanied by streams of mascara running down my face.
I have never been able to find the beauty in my tears. The brokenness in life always seems to be more ugly than beautiful.
Have you ever wished there was a shortcut to getting through difficult circumstances in our lives? If we could escape them we would! The older we get, the more intimately acquainted we get with seasons of grief, disappointment, loss, pain, and sickness. But do we allow teary eyes to get us more intimately acquainted with our Savior?
It is more natural for us to think,
“God can’t be here…or I wouldn’t be experiencing this!” Refusing to let him wipe our tears, we’d rather focus on the pain. In these moments we are found crying out,
“Will I make it?” “Will I ever feel whole again?” “How long will this all last?”Like a baby taking its first breath between their shrieks and tears, we too long to go back into the womb, when life gets difficult, to the place where we were assured of safety, warmth, and security.
But how easily we forget that the same God who created us, also sustains us?
In the past year I have become familiar with pain in my life on many levels- physical, spiritual, relational, and emotional. Instead of inviting God into my pain and messiness, I usually tell Him,
“I will go through this alone God.”God is longing for us to invite Him into the midst of our pain. He wants to hold us and wipe our tears.
“Can anything ever separate us from Christ’s love? Does it mean he no longer loves us if we have trouble or calamity, or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death? No, …nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
(Romans 8:35, 37, 39)
Whether our tears come in the form of a rushing rainstorm, a raging flood, or a trickle of dewy drops, God sees our hurt through the eyes of the cross…But do we?
God sees our tears, but He is even more excited about what we can’t see- the rainbow. He endured all the pain, so that it would never overwhelm us, “…a man of sorrows” Isaiah prophesied, “acquainted with the bitterest grief… Yet it was our weakness he carried; it was our sorrows that weighed him down.”
God delights in wiping our tears.
The other night, late in the evening, while my husband slept soundly, God romanced me…in my pain.
I asked him hard questions. Questions about the suffering I see in my life and probably more so in others’ lives.
How does He really work all things together for good? Why is there a time to cry? Why can’t life always be just laughter? How come we are not healed instantly? Why do we have to get sick? How comes life is filled with pain?
I carried on, until His finger touched my lip. He hushed me.
What happened next surprised me. Rather than a lengthy discourse, or harsh rebuke, he whispered a little phrase,
“
I want to dance with you, Charissa. Take my hand. Let’s dance through this.”
So at 1am in my bathroom God and I danced. My big questions were answered as we swayed to and fro. Although I could not see Him, I could feel His strong arm around me, and His hand leading me.
In tears and in pain, He lifted my head to see the cross, and I heard Him say, “
I am with you. I am right here…leading you in this dance.”
As I attempted to smile and moved my feet to dance, I found beauty in my tears, where they once only signified brokenness, change, and pain.
Never though beauty and brokenness could unite?
Look again!
As we fix our gaze on His, we need not be ashamed of our tears. They’re a sign of the beauty to come. When we let God wipe our tears, a rainbow begins to appear, even if all our questions don’t get answered.
Do the mysteries of life still make you stumble?
Grab a hold of His hand. He is asking you to dance….Right in the midst of your pain.
What messiness or pain is in your life, that you need to invite God into? He wants to dance with you through this time of difficulty and make all things beautiful.__________________________________
Charissa Steyn lives in awe of God’s love.
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After searching desperately for her identity – in work, relationships, outer appearances-she has finally found her heart at home in Jesus Christ. While doing ministry in Austria for four years she met her South African sweetheart, Michal. They fell in love {several times!} and finally got married in August 2009. They now reside in South Africa. Charissa is currently working on her Masters degree in counseling. When she is not studying for school, or taking care of her new hubby, she can be found running, baking fattening {but yummy! }cookies, and writing about life’s unique little lessons on her blog,
Everyday Adventures. She believes that everyday God draws us closer to His heart.