I attended my nephew's wedding a couple of years ago and I snapped this photo of the bride dancing the first dance at the reception with her father. What an amazing photo I thought. You can see the tears running down her cheek...
Tears are funny things aren't they?
They spring forth when we least expect them. But at other times they hide away. They come when we are happy and sad. They often flow in prayer when we are seeking for the needs of others or ourselves. Or even just in worship (my favorite). Often they join us when we are sitting quietly in meditation. They even come when we experience something so beautiful that we cannot contain it. Perhaps a piece of music. Or even just a thought or precious dream carefully guarded deep within our hearts.
Tears can mean so much.
And we always feel better after they have visited, regardless of the reason. I think it's important to have a good cry every now and then. Yes, even us men. I still remember a hard lesson God taught me years ago. I was terribly bashful and refused to yield to His gentle touch in prayer. I didn't want anyone to see me cry. So He withheld those tears for a time. I was soon pleading for His touch again... and, of course, He answered. I have never been concerned about people seeing me cry in prayer since.
When God touches your heart who cares who sees you or what they might think? When you are kneeling at His feet He is the only one who matters. I cherish those tears now. I always will. In fact there's a scripture in the Bible that says He bottles up our tears and saves them (Psalms 56:8). What a beautiful thought.
I want my bottle to be full when I get "home".