Lamentation (n): the passionate expression of grief or sorrow; weeping.
I went to a NAMI support group a couple nights ago because I’m a big believer in support groups when you’re hurting.
They remind you that you’re not alone. You can sit and cry and “get” each other without even speaking a word.
A woman there had a situation that I couldn’t even fathom. The depth of her pain was so apparent and (heartbreakingly) called for. I was torn apart for her and her family, but at the same time I felt strangely comforted as I listened to her talk.
I was not alone.
We started talking about the word lamentation and how much peace is available by entering into it. It was a beautiful discussion about how lamenting is something you do for a season. It’s weeping. It’s wailing. It’s crying out passionately.
It’s also waiting, but not doing so passively. It’s crying out during the wait, as pain reverberates through your entire being.
Lamenting is recognizing that you won’t be in this pain forever, but feeling the feels while you anxiously await the the joy that comes in the “morning.”
It’s waiting for the day when the mess gets cleaned up, whether that’s on this side of heaven or the other.
Lamenting is being exactly where you are when you’re in the deep throes of grief and pain, but also knowing there will come a day when that will end.
He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. (Revelation 21:4)
We have to let ourselves lament when we’re scared, sad, and unable to focus on anything else. Our emotions and feelings are there for a reason, and lamenting is giving them permission to all come out. (As ugly as it might look. feel. be.)
I love that true friends and support groups lament together AND rejoice together. They enter into one another’s messes.
When you’re going through something difficult, the highs can be so blessedly high and the lows can be so terrifyingly low.
We need people. We need sisterfriends. We weren’t meant to do this life alone, and we weren’t meant to suck it up and move on.
Lament, my friend, if that’s what you need today. You are not alone.