Salty tears

     What is this tiny salted drop that begins a journey down my face? What is this feeling of wanting to cry that takes hold of me and is crushed with my determination not to? It happens to me often and in the most awkward situations. I am watching a Childs goodbye to a favorite teacher or a coach that made him believe in himself. I hear a song that I dedicated to my daughter and the floodgates open spuing forth rivers of tears and once held back emotion that now flows freely down my cheeks as my daughter wraps her arms around my shoulders with a loving squeeze.

     Why do these moments in time go so above and beyond now that my years are many? Is it because with age comes the uncontrolled desire to express with no fear or embarrassment every emotion, we are capable of without concern for appearance?

     I watch videos of people, average people who do incredible things with there voices, bringing shivers to my soul. I weep at the senseless violence in the world, and I grieve openly a product of my emotions. I wonder if its God guiding me to what he endures every day, preparing me to stand at his side and cry. 

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