Healing rain: awakening soul survivors

While driving yesterday I was reminded of the power music wields in its rising and falling waves of notes.

You know what I’m talking about.

Those songs…the ones that transport us to the past and bring us face to face with who we once were, as if that person has been living within us all this time without so much as a whisper. It’s as if those pivotal ages/times in our life jar us to the point that they burn a copy of our very being into our soul and there they lie in wait; in a coma-like state, that 15-year-old forever remains in the recesses of our soul…until.

Until we are stirred. Until we are pierced. Until we cry.

Those are the tears that heal us. Those are the tears that wash away another layer of the substance that forgotten child clings to. Those are the tears that eventually leave them with nothing to hold fast to of what once was. Those are the tears that reveal the rainbow of what is and is to come.

So this begs the question – how many tears does it take to wash away a painful memory? How many soul survivors are living within us…

the five-year-old who said goodbye to their mother, not knowing it was the last time

the eleven-year-old left in the chasm of two families torn apart by divorce

the thirteen-year-old having lived through the screaming silence of sexual abuse

the fifteen-year-old trapped in the prison of physical and mental abuse

the twenty-five-year-old enduring the divorce that they swore would never plague their own children with

the thirty-five-year-old facing a seeming lifetime of singledom

the fifty-two-year-old hearing the word “cancer”…again.

The younger we are when a soul survivor is burned within us, the deeper the etching…the deeper the scar…the deeper the sleep…and the more intense the awakening. These are not the moments for strength.

These are the moments for weakness.

2 Corinthians 12:10

“Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.”

These are moments for tears.

Ecclesiastes 3:1, 4

“There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:

a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance”

These are times for healing.

Psalm 6:6, 9

“I am worn out from groaning;
all night long I flood my bed with weeping
and drench my couch with tears.

The LORD has heard my cry for mercy;
the LORD accepts my prayer.”

The soul would have no rainbow, had the eyes no rain.

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  1. 1

    faithwalk said,

    We all have our moments…

    I relate to how a song can suddenly unleash a wave of such intense emotion at the most unexpected times; How blessed we are that when they come, the Lord is right there with us.
    He is our strength when we are weak, our shelter in the storm, our hope for the future when the sadness of the past overwhelms us, reassuring us that He works all things together for our good, because He is our Redeemer, even of the mistakes, the loss, the pain.

    It is because of this we can still dance, and laugh and sing for joy!
    Bless the Lord our God!

    His peace to you always,

    Susan

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    Freedom Stitcher said,

    We all have “multiple personalities” in a strange way, but not professionally diagnosed. And, you’re right, the older one gets, there are more “children” screaming to be heard, to be let out, but instead we push them aside and tell them that they’re being silly and to be quiet. Then it happens. A piece of music speaks to the hurting child and you silently cry for what could have been if only.

    Since becoming a dedicated believer in Christ, Christian music will make me cry in an instant. Music like “The Best of Rich Mullins,” Creed, causes me to be so thankful for what Christ did for me on the cross that all I can do is surrender in tears. “There Is a River That Washes You Clean” is another fantastic song that reminds me of how eternally grateful I am to be called His daughter.

    I heard a sad statement the other day. This person was sharing with me that her sister said that “crying is a sign of weakness” and that she “never cries”. How sad. There are tears of sadness as well as happiness, thankfulness, joy, and other emotions. To not cry, in my opinion, is to deny the emotional part that God created. I can only imagine the number of “children” desperately trying to be set free in this woman. God help her.


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