A Time to Dance

I am not sure the title on this blog will show up, cuz it always screws up.
But today, a guy in my geometry class cried (freaks me out to see a guy cry). I thought it was stomach problem, but other ppl said it's cuz of the test from yesterday. Really don't mean to be sentimental to blog this. I walked outside the classroom as a happy girl, then i decided to say a silent prayer for him. And as I pray, I felt this enormous pain and hurt, and I am pretty sure they are not mine. The pain was from God, as my heart connected His, I got a taste of the great pain He feels for all of us.
After school, I wrote the research journal on grief and September 11th. I always get too personally attach with the things I write. I always like to write w/ my heart instead of my brain.. lol should write w/ both. But my point is, as I wrote the paper, it was like I grieved w/ the victim families. Even now.. it feels like something is poking my wounds... emotional pain passed on from God to me, because HE is in me.
After Lazarus' death, Jesus WEPT!!!! And when we face pain and suffering, He faces them w/ us.......