I know that certain things will bring tears to my eyes or make it impossible to squeak out a sound. So, when I can, I avoid them.
But sometimes I can be minding my own business and BAM! from out of nowhere a sight or a sound or a smell or a memory sneaks up and there I am, ambushed by grief.
The other day was one of those.
Waiting to meet my dad for lunch, I was wandering around Cracker Barrel, enjoying the cute kitsch when the song playing overhead caught my ear–
“I bet it gets so quiet in Heaven sometimes
Even God cries when an Angel’s hands are tied”
(Rodney Atkins – Angel’s Hands)
I started listening more closely. And as I did, Bible verses and Sunday School lessons and sermons all ran together in my head:
“God sends His angels to intervene sometimes.”
“He sent an angel to try to stop Balaam from his folly.”
“Was there an angel there when Dominic had his accident?“
“Does God cry?”
These thoughts shot lightning fast through my head and straight to my heart until I found myself searching for a corner where the tears could roll and I wouldn’t have to answer anyone’s polite inquiry, “Are you OK?”
Foolish and perhaps theologically unsound questions that sent me right back to Day One.
By the time my dad arrived, not a trace of my grief attack was left showing.
Some days are like this. Some days are filled with sadness still.
But not every day.