In church this morning as we were singing 'How great is our God', a little girl got up on stage and started doing sign language to the song. As I watched tears welled up in my eyes, tears of joy, tears of happiness, tears of awe. I can't say it was only because of this little girl, but just for the awesomeness in the Almightly. He really is Great! He just blows my mind day in and day out. And I know that all the words in the human dictionary could never even come close to describing how Magnificent our God truly is!
Another thing came to my mind while I tried to hold in my tears. This was, how come for the last little while I seem to shed tears at everything. Well not everything but more things than I would like to admit. I don't want you all to think I am this cry baby over here, because it isn't like that. But when I hear a testimony I cry, when I see people giving their life to Jesus I cry, when I am listening to a sermon I cry, when I tell someone a story about one of the above I cry, when I listen as someone pours out their heart to me I cry. I don't know why I do this, but it seems that I can't help myself. I don't think it is a bad thing either. I seem to cry for mostly joyful things, which is the best reason for crying anyway. But I seem to have an outpouring of compassion for the lost, the brokenhearted, the sick, the children, and sometimes I feel as though I can feel the Father's heart breaking when I see people rejecting the love He so desperately wants to pour into them.
I was wondering earlier this week, why God would call me to counsel when I would cry along side the one I am trying to help. But then I realized that just because He told me to get the degree in counselling doesn't mean I will be doing the traditional counselling job. I think for me, it is going to be my life. To have compassion for those in need and show them the most awesome thing anyone can show anyone, and that is Jesus!
Also in church while wondering about why I am so sensitive, I recalled that I had blogged once on how I had thought I was all out of tears. Isn't this kind of funny. To think such a thing and then to be overwhelmed with sensitivity. I am glad I have this gift. I call it a gift because not everyone has it. Not everyone can get emotionally stirred just by seeing someone give their life to Jesus, or to hear a story and feel what the person who is telling it is feeling. I would call that a gift. Thank you Jesus, for making me a blubbering, crying, silly, sensitive person.