Use your tears
I once heard an urban legend about a donkey who had fallen down a hole. With no way to get him out the farmer, (whom I think was very unkind) decided to bury the animal there. But everytime the man threw a shovel full of dirt down the hole the donkey appeared to rise. Eventually the animal was out and free again. (Hopefully on his way to a better home.)
Everytime the man threw dirt on the animal he shook it off and trampled it underfoot until he had climbed out of the hole.
If we were in a hole and up to our throats in water our fear would most likely cause many of us to panic and cry; every tear drop causing the water around us to rise. The harder you cry the deeper the water gets until eventually you can swim. After treading water for a bit you find you can swim to the edge and climb out.
Sometimes letting it all go and just screaming out to God is the only way to help you rise to the surface of the hole you are in and climb out.
Use your tears to help you heal. God made it so we could cry for a reason.
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I am a young woman who grew up in British Columbia. In BC was all I ever wanted; I had my poodle (Max) and all my friends, Saturdays at the Vancouver Aquarium and Sunday afternoons at one of my favorite beaches it was paradise. But God had a different plan for my life and my dad's job landed us in Alberta and now where I remain, in small town Souris Manitoba. The transitions from paradise to prairie were difficult and I will admit that now 10 years later I still refer to home as Abbotsford BC. Through this crazy pathway trek across Canada I have had one true constant, God; and though none of it was easy, everything that has happened in my life has formed in me a true lasting friendship with the one I call Immanuel. Because no matter how far from home we are God is with us, and thanks to God I have found an almost completely over looked beauty in Manitoba. If you open your eyes you will see that God has planted wondrous things everywhere you go.
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