THE TRACKS OF MY TEARS

Like most of you, I, too came into this world crying.

And then, people spent the rest of my formative years convincing me not to cry… “Quitcher bellyachin’!” I heard thousands of times.

“Be a man…real men don’t cry.”

And yet, as I come into the senior years of my life, I find that I have missed out on part of life.

Important parts.

I can’t remember the first time.

But, I do know that it wasn’t the last.

The swelling pressure behind my eyes, the catch in my throat.

What causes this to happen?

Sometimes it’s just a well delivered scene in a movie.

It can be a memory of a loved one no longer here.

Or, it can be something as simple as trying to put into words a deep sense of love you feel for someone.

But, sometimes, life just hits you hard…you try your best to survive, to cope…but, the thing that helps most is to just let yourself feel.

And in the release, you may drop a few tears.

You know what?

When you experience the vast mountain range of emotions that you were designed to have…

You actually begin to experience life…

As it was meant to be.

 

“As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God? **My tears have been my food day and night**, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?””
‭‭Psalm‬ ‭42:1-3‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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