Monday, November 12, 2012

{day twelve} puddles of emotion...

'The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.' 
John Vance Cheney
This may come as a shock to some of you, but I'm a crier.

Tears of happiness.  Tears of sadness.  Tears of frustration.  Tears of anger.  Tears of joy.  Tears of pain.  Tears of healing.  Tears of feeling.  Tears of much.  Tears of not-so-much. 

Sometimes the tears fall in a gentle mist.  Barely noticeable.  Other times, they come in a full-fledge sob.  An ugly cry, if you will. 

I can cry at the drop of a hat. 

I think it's genetic.

I guess you could say that I wear my heart on my sleeve.

And as a result I feel much.  And I feel it deep.  For everyone and every situation.  I may not always show it at the moment.  But rest assured when I am offering up my prayers, the tears flow like rain.  They flood my face and drench my heart.

Today, I am grateful for my tears.  They cleanse the soul and wash away to a new perspective.  A perspective that can only be seen through soaking wet eyes.  Eyes focused on the One who collects all my tears in a bottle.   

And when the tears have dried and the tissue has been discarded, I rest in the promise that one day there will be no more tears.  Only joy.  Pure joy. 

'He will wipe every tear from their eyes,
and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain.
All these things are gone forever.'
Revelation 21:4

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