Tuesday was an emotional day for me at Community Bible Study. I am taking a new role in CBS, that of Area Director, and therefore will not be able to serve as Teaching Director for my class any more. Sniff. Tuesday was my last teaching, sniff, sniff, and I announced my new role to the class. Needless to say, I sniffled.
I am convinced that God is calling me to this new position, but that doesn’t make it any easier to leave the old. I have loved teaching the Bible. I have loved all the people in my class. I will continue to love in a new role and from a new perspective, and I’ll be watching for other opportunities to exercise my teaching gift.
Why can’t I keep my tears in check?!? It is a distraction. It messes up my mascara. I don’t want it to be about me. My eyes get all red. Sniff.
I get tired of apologizing every time I cry when I pray, when I am moved by the Spirit, and when I am involved in anything remotely emotional so, instead of treating my tears like something I should be ashamed of I’ve decided to call them a spiritual gift. There is apparently nothing I can do about it, so I might as well go with it.
While wiping my eyes, and to lighten things up a bit, I often say, “I have the spiritual gift of tears.” We laugh. It helps a little.
Healing, wisdom, mercy, administration, and many other gifts are given to us by God when we become Christians. Those gifts all sound so important, so meaningful. The gift of tears is, well, mostly embarrassing.
Me and my tears will make this transition. I am working through the in-between stage of missing the old before really knowing the new, but I know it will be good.
A friend of mine told me years ago that God keeps our tears in a bottle and records them. That has encouraged me many times, and all I can say is that I must have a decent sized bottle.
“You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book?” Psalm 56:8
Can anyone relate to the spiritual gift of tears?
Quotes from quotegarden.com