My tears welled up as she sang today. A song about Jesus. His LOVE for us. Those tears had threatened all week. Tears for another friend, a dear one, whose college memories I share. A friend facing a devastating diagnosis, fighting a mighty battle. Tears that have the right to fall.
And I fought. I fought the tears. I kept them from falling. Blocking out the thoughts. Blocking out the song. Building a wall. Hardening my heart.
I looked around as she sang. Looked at stoic faces, tears of their own hiding behind the walls of their own making.
And I wondered why. A family, brothers and sisters… Husbands and wives… We all hide our tears.
Are we afraid? Are we afraid they will think us weak?
Could it be, the real strength lies with those who are not afraid to feel?
Perhaps the real gift is letting the tears fall where they may…