Several years ago, I went through a dark time. I cried a lot. I can’t recall ever crying as much as I did then. It was comforting to know that despite the pain causing the tears…God was holding onto every one of them (Psalm 56). There’s an adage, “Don’t cry over spilt milk.” It means, “don’t waste your time worrying about things you cannot change.” Admittedly, during that dark time, I had made some mistakes to cause those tears, but other people were responsible as well. I learned that sometimes, we DO have to cry over spilt milk. It’s literally a physiological reaction when there is pain. To suppress the crying that the body is generating is just as preposterous as spilling a glass of milk and acting like you didn’t. So if it hurts, if you regret it–as you work through it–it’s ok to cry. But if you would indulge me, based on what I went through, I’d like to add one line to this adage. I’d add, “but also clean up what was spilled.” At some point, we have to clean up the milk. And at some point, we have to stop crying and begin the clean-up of our pain. Trust me, neither one is fun. But both are necessary. And the God who was with you before the milk spilled, is the God who is with you as you cry over it, is the God who is with you to help clean it up. I hope this encourages someone today.