I CRY EASILY and often. Happy tears, sad tears, over-the-top tears, Hallmark commercial tears--you name it, I've leaked over it.
Hankies up, girlfriends, if you're with me on this.
Out of sheer joy, I cry at church more than anywhere else. When I hear a wondrous truth spoken or a glorious song lifted in praise, when I see a new believer step forward or an old saint read the Scriptures, I'm so overwhelmed with God's presence that tears flow down my cheeks.
Not little drips--buckets. Sheets of water. A monsoon.
Even after 16 years of marriage, this baffles my husband. He looks over at me, eyes wide with concern, and whispers, "Are you okay?" …