Living a life of comfort has resulted in isolation, and I’ve lived here too long. No one knows me because no one has seen me, the real me. I’ve chosen comfort over taking risks, over living a life. But God didn’t make me so I could stay hidden in my cozy little shell.
Courage to Cry
If you view crying as weak consider this perspective. Meekness is controlled strength. We can put on a strong and steely exterior if we choose to, or we can control that strength and allow our humanity to be exposed. If we choose meekness eventually there will be tears. The truth is, tears are indicators. Laying aside our self-sufficient facade, having the strength to reveal our need and cry takes courage.