Some of you need a good, long cry right about now. And you know who you are. Some of you are stuffers. At the first sign that a salty tear might make it’s way down your cheek, you start to get uncomfortable. You don’t like the out-of-control feeling you are experiencing so you stuff. You run. You ignore. You change the subject and probably give yourself the crying is ridiculous and it won’t help anything speech. Don’t you? If I’ve learned anything in my 38+ years on this earth it’s this. You have to push through the pain. You cannot sit idly by and expect the grieving to occur without dealing with your pain. And your pain doesn’t have to be just from the physical death of someone you loved. It’s the loss of anything…a dream, a goal, a career, a relationship, an expectation. You can’t go around it, above it, or beside it if you expect to heal. You must hit those emotions head on and cry, yell, stomp it out. Then, when the pain eventually subsides, you ask God, “What is it that you want me to learn from this? What can I do to use this for your glory?” I’ve been to more funerals in my life than I really care to remember. I don’t necessarily enjoy them but I go. Being the feeler that I am, I always cry even if I hardly know the person. It’s just how I’m wired. But I also cry in the grocery store. Or at church. Or wherever I happen to be when I feel sadness. I have given myself license to grieve when I experience loss. Have you?