Tears

There is so much suffering, so much sadness. When I see something that touches my heart, the tears well up in my eyes. Moments of exaltation wait in ambush everywhere. It is the way those suffering can catch a glimpse of God, like sunrise peeking over the horizon or a mountaintop to paint the sky.

Solitude is a magnificent thing all by itself, and it gets a bum rap from people intimidated by such austerity. Still, even in such solemnity, each such tearful moment is also a moment of gratitude to a God who invited me to the cross, then made me forget the pain by raising up my heart so it might fill with the tears to give the Lord, for the fruition of all solemn austerity is the offering of self to God.

It is like a little boy dancing to the drums and music with a beautiful lady, and receiving a hug for thanks.

In this time of winter approaching, perhaps bitterness will fill our hearts with sadness and the emptiness of solitude. Remember then, the heart filled with tears; in receiving your gift, He did not spill a single drop.