The Kitchen Sink
How many times did I dream of the moments to come? When I would look into the backyard to see my child playing, twirling, and giggling in the sunlight. As she got older, I dreamed she would come home through the backdoor and welcome me for a hug. The running water always triggered the tears of lost dreams that should have become memories. The rushing water drowned out my own sobs. I just let them flow and all the water and all my tears blended together swirling down the drain.
6 In my distress I called to the Lord;
I cried to my God for help.
From his temple he heard my voice;
my cry came before him, into his ears.
God heard my cries. Sometimes, that was all I needed; just to get it all out. A chance to let loose the gut-wrenching, throat-choking sobs and rest in the knowledge that God heard my cries.
Where is your “kitchen sink?” Do you have a place or a time, when you can just let it all out? Even years later, I still experienced my moments at the kitchen sink.