>The image of a meltdown is popular. Whether its the girl with overactive emotions losing it and crying for hours and hours or a two-year old deciding something just isn’t right and screaming at the top of his or her tiny lungs or Bob Knight throwing furniture across the court mid-tirade, we see people lose it and in the midst of their primal displays, we feel empathy. A little amusement, some annoyance depending on the setting, but usually empathy. We’ve all been there, at wit’s end, ready to scream/cry/break/throw/punch or whatever verb fits your personality.
he turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear
and put their trust in the LORD.
Blessed is the man
who makes the LORD his trust,
who does not look to the proud,
to those who turn aside to false gods.
Many, O LORD my God,
are the wonders you have done.
The things you planned for us
no one can recount to you;
were I to speak and tell of them,
they would be too many to declare.”
Psalm 40:1-5 (Read the whole thing…it’s amazing.)