3 Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
4 Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.
Most of my adult life I have been the one who when everyone broke I would stand strong and hold people up. It didn’t matter if my heart was breaking. After all, it is the man’s job to stand strong. I have set at family members funerals with my mother squeezing my hand and I fought back tears. When my wife got bad news from a fertility specialist I would hold her and refused to cry. I was the strong one, but it made me bitter. I was angry because the pain needed a way out. I would lash out in pure anger. Then one day I asked God to take my anger and he opened the flood gates. It dropped me to my knees and I felt what I had avoided. The thing is, God wants us to mourn our losses. He wants us to feel the pain in the loss of a loved one. He wants us to cry when our spouse crys over a miscarriage. He know we can not keep it bottles up. Now I am not saying you can’t be the strong one when people need you, that you have to cry with them. What I am saying after you hold them up, go find you a quiet place, like I do, and let it out. That is when you can lean on God and let him comfort you. Most of us that take the pain for others need God because he is the only one that we feel is stronger than us. Take it from a man who held to much in for to many years. Let it out and mourn. During the burst of emotion it will hurt, but it will help and you will be stronger the next time you are holding someone else up.