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Praise and worship most definitely makes me cry. Just the awesomeness of being heart to heart with the Lord in that moment is a feeling like no other.
I remember the first time I sang in church. I was 13 and scared to death. I sang In the Garden. The tears started to fall about halfway through the song and my lips were shaking, but I did it. For Him.
I remember the first time I sang in church. I was 13 and scared to death. I sang In the Garden. The tears started to fall about halfway through the song and my lips were shaking, but I did it. For Him.
Wow, there are some really exceptional posts here... Thanks to everyone for sharing, I've enjoyed reading such personal stories.
Although I'm a very emotional person, I don't tend to cry very much at all. HOWEVER, I put off watching "Passion of the Christ" for probably two years after it was out because I knew it would totally break my heart. As could be predicted... when I finally saw it... it was one of those moments that you're crying so hard you can't breathe. Took me a few days to recover from that one, especially the part when someone pointed out that Jesus was moving TOWARDS His cross... when anyone else would have tried to run away.
I also would still cry if I rewatched the original "Rescuers"--particularly the part where the little orphan girl Penny tells her only friend (Rufus the cat) that a couple came to the orphanage that day... and, "Picked out a little red-haired girl instead... she was a lot prettier than me." I also have feelings of extreme tear-jerking sadness when Penny tells her kidnapper, Medusa, "I have to get back to the orphanage... so I can get 'dopted..." and Medusa coldly replies, "What makes you think anyone would want to adopt a homely little girl like you?"
Being an adopted child myself, I simultaneously try to keep from crying buckets... and have to fight the urge to keep myself from wanting to seriously bop Medusa over the head.
Although I'm a very emotional person, I don't tend to cry very much at all. HOWEVER, I put off watching "Passion of the Christ" for probably two years after it was out because I knew it would totally break my heart. As could be predicted... when I finally saw it... it was one of those moments that you're crying so hard you can't breathe. Took me a few days to recover from that one, especially the part when someone pointed out that Jesus was moving TOWARDS His cross... when anyone else would have tried to run away.
I also would still cry if I rewatched the original "Rescuers"--particularly the part where the little orphan girl Penny tells her only friend (Rufus the cat) that a couple came to the orphanage that day... and, "Picked out a little red-haired girl instead... she was a lot prettier than me." I also have feelings of extreme tear-jerking sadness when Penny tells her kidnapper, Medusa, "I have to get back to the orphanage... so I can get 'dopted..." and Medusa coldly replies, "What makes you think anyone would want to adopt a homely little girl like you?"
Being an adopted child myself, I simultaneously try to keep from crying buckets... and have to fight the urge to keep myself from wanting to seriously bop Medusa over the head.
Sorry for the double post, everyone... I was just thinking about the fact that in 1994, I actually did go back to my original orphanage. I was with a tour for adoptees and we were able to visit the children's rooms a few times while we were there.
The first time, I held a little girl, about 6 months old (which is how old I was when I was adopted.) One of the house mothers let me take her for about 10 minutes... I talked to her and sang to her (poor thing was probably traumatized), but when we had to leave, I gave her back to the caretaker... and that little girl kicked and screamed as if the world was ending... she wanted to come back to ME and was actively pushing the house mother away. Not having children of my own, I was shocked that a child so small could feel a bond in so little of a time, even with a culture and language barrier.
The second time I got to meet a set of identical twin girls who were 4 years old. One twin was extremely happy, but did NOT want to be picked up or approached at all. The other was the exact opposite--I didn't even notice there were twins present until I saw this second girl clinging to a doorpost, looking up at everyone. She was very obviously used to being overlooked for the more outgoing children.
I knelt down with her and talked to her at eye level (this was in Korea--I only speak English, so the poor girl had NO idea what I was saying), and gently picked her up. I had to physically put her hands on my shoulders and as soon as I did, she put her head down next to mine and wrapped both arms around me as if she hadn't been picked up in a lifetime, but always longed to be. I was totally heartbroken. Even writing this is making me a little shaky inside. And when we left, this little girl followed me to the entrance way with sad eyes, looking up at me and held out her arms as if to say, "Why are you leaving me? I'll do anything if you'll just take me where you're going." Needless to say, I cried continuously every night for the next three nights.
I asked the people there about sponsoring her and her twin--turns out, they were already adopted, praise God, and just waiting on all the papers to go through. It was the most awful feeling though... wishing you could leave any material possession you owned behind in order to take as many of those kids home as you could.
The first time, I held a little girl, about 6 months old (which is how old I was when I was adopted.) One of the house mothers let me take her for about 10 minutes... I talked to her and sang to her (poor thing was probably traumatized), but when we had to leave, I gave her back to the caretaker... and that little girl kicked and screamed as if the world was ending... she wanted to come back to ME and was actively pushing the house mother away. Not having children of my own, I was shocked that a child so small could feel a bond in so little of a time, even with a culture and language barrier.
The second time I got to meet a set of identical twin girls who were 4 years old. One twin was extremely happy, but did NOT want to be picked up or approached at all. The other was the exact opposite--I didn't even notice there were twins present until I saw this second girl clinging to a doorpost, looking up at everyone. She was very obviously used to being overlooked for the more outgoing children.
I knelt down with her and talked to her at eye level (this was in Korea--I only speak English, so the poor girl had NO idea what I was saying), and gently picked her up. I had to physically put her hands on my shoulders and as soon as I did, she put her head down next to mine and wrapped both arms around me as if she hadn't been picked up in a lifetime, but always longed to be. I was totally heartbroken. Even writing this is making me a little shaky inside. And when we left, this little girl followed me to the entrance way with sad eyes, looking up at me and held out her arms as if to say, "Why are you leaving me? I'll do anything if you'll just take me where you're going." Needless to say, I cried continuously every night for the next three nights.
I asked the people there about sponsoring her and her twin--turns out, they were already adopted, praise God, and just waiting on all the papers to go through. It was the most awful feeling though... wishing you could leave any material possession you owned behind in order to take as many of those kids home as you could.
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You know what made me cry even more about the Passion? When I found out that during that whole time, all the angels in heaven watched as their Lord was being murdered before their eyes and at that moment when he died thier grief was so great that their outcry shook the earth, split the rocks and tore the curtain in the temple into two (Matthew 27:51). There is a mountain in Italy with a wide crevice running completely from top to bottom and they say it split at the moment of Jesus' death. Here is a pic of it:
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i cry when....
.... im happy
.... i feel loved
....i watch the movie "sweet november"
..... i feel alone
..... i miss friends and family
...... i make mistakes
.....i get something that i dont deserve
...... i remember good times
there is a big list what makes me cry ....
BTW: I HATE TO CRY IN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE / and i get headaches when i cry
.... im happy
.... i feel loved
....i watch the movie "sweet november"
..... i feel alone
..... i miss friends and family
...... i make mistakes
.....i get something that i dont deserve
...... i remember good times
there is a big list what makes me cry ....
BTW: I HATE TO CRY IN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE / and i get headaches when i cry
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Very interesting comment here. It made me think of God.
Well, I know the main thing that makes me cry is someone coming into the kingdom. And another thing is when I get a personal message from the Lord. For a long time I will go without hearing a personal message, things like he is pleased in what I do and such. But when we are always ready to hear what the Lord is saying, then it is so beautiful when he takes time out to speak to us personally. May Jesus bless you!
Well, I know the main thing that makes me cry is someone coming into the kingdom. And another thing is when I get a personal message from the Lord. For a long time I will go without hearing a personal message, things like he is pleased in what I do and such. But when we are always ready to hear what the Lord is saying, then it is so beautiful when he takes time out to speak to us personally. May Jesus bless you!
When I'm angry.
When I see friends suffer but can't help them.
When I think about the people I care about most being gone.
When I watched my dog die a suffering death without being able to do anything.
When I see children worship.
The song How He Loves gets me every time.
This video: YouTube - Logan, the Sky Angel Cowboy
When I see friends suffer but can't help them.
When I think about the people I care about most being gone.
When I watched my dog die a suffering death without being able to do anything.
When I see children worship.
The song How He Loves gets me every time.
This video: YouTube - Logan, the Sky Angel Cowboy
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Sling Blade? That is a real tear jerker...especially this scene.
YouTube - french fried tators
~sniff~ Always gets me, that one.
YouTube - french fried tators
~sniff~ Always gets me, that one.
