I am not, by nature, a sensitive person. I rarely cry and when I do it’s usually only because I’m so angry that I can’t think of a better alternative. Lately though, I’ve prayed for the tears that just won’t seem to fall. It’s not because I’m sad or angry or for any reason other than the cleansing release that comes with a good cry. There is an ever present lump in my throat that must contain at least half a year’s worth of built up tears; it threatens to burst often but, almost as quickly as it comes, it goes away without incident. Frankly, it’s driving me crazy.
This morning, I had the pleasure of reading the testimony of one of my very dear friends. It was so moving and there was absolutely a well of tears in my eyes, but not one fell.
I have a feeling that this adventure we’ve begun will, at times, bring more tears than I can imagine. I’ve prayed for patience and for tears… Am I a glutton, or what?