Jesus Wept

John 11:35....this verse known for its brievity...speaks volumes to my heart.

As Mary ran to meet her Lord....she was weeping. Jesus knew that in minutes he would raise Lazarus from the dead. Literally. But yet despite his anger with the Jews that followed..or the fear for his life....he took time to weep. ....to share the sorrow.

Today a well meaning person who truely cares for me....told me how it is going to be ok. My mom is in a better place. "Chin up so to speak" ..even asked me to smile before she left. At that moment, I want to flip her off or punch her bc.....my heart hurts ...I miss my mom. She is gone and yes i know God is good and yes i know she is in heaven and better off......but it doesn't mean I don't hurt. It doesn't sting any less that my mom is dead. And I'm far away from my family..and if my mom was here ..there wouldn't be all this mess with "Mom's estate" etc. Just bc I have a faith doesn't mean I don't cry or can't cry....and what is funny. This woman shares faith. She wasn't wrong in her encouraging......its just today...I needed Jesus.

I needed a friend that would weep with me.

From that day on, the day Jesus risked reentering enemy soil and raising a loved one, they plotted to kill him. Funny thing is he knew that and yet he went anyway. Maybe for the sake of Mary and Martha.....maybe for the disciples (vs 12-13).....maybe for the crowd (vs 41-42) or maybe in the long run for you and for me.

I weep today for my mom. I know Jesus holds me and grieves with me.