Blog #18 -When Tears Become Prayer

Sometimes it’s easier to let it all out. Today, I woke up to the sad news of another warrior queen who gained her wings, and the tears that followed were not just for her. They were a collection of tears from lives lost, stories carried, and souls whose journeys ended far too soon.

So today, I let it all out.

Not in frustration.

Not in anger.

But in submission to the One who holds time in His hands.

There is a sacredness in moments like these, when grief presses gently on the heart and reminds us of how little we truly control. God teaches us to number our days, not to frighten us, but to awaken us. To help us see that while time is not ours to command, purpose is ours to choose.

And somehow, a good cry creates space.

Space for grief to breathe.

Space for memories to settle.

Space for hope to whisper that all is not lost.

As the tears streamed down, I felt a quiet reassurance: even in sorrow, grace is present. Even in loss, there is legacy. Every life, every mother, every baby, every warrior queen who touched mine, left an imprint that continues to shine.

So today, I choose to honour that imprint.

I choose to live intentionally.

I choose to show up fully, vulnerably, and with purpose.

Because while time may not be ours to control, what we do with it absolutely is.

And as I wiped the tears from my face, I held onto this truth: grief is not a sign of weakness but a testament to love. May we all find the courage to feel deeply, live intentionally, and let even our tears lead us closer to purpose.