Tears

I really don't like my days ending and beginning with tears. Why is it that some days are harder than others? Why do random days effect (affect) [Sorry Miss Cannon, I never got those two clear] me more than birthdays? It isn't fair. But, we have to remember what "fair" is. A "fair" is a place you go to ride rides and eat cotton candy. It's a nice place to visit but you can't live there. It's not what life was meant to be. It's a temporary escape from reality. Come to think about it, I could use a really good dose of fair right now. Truth be known I probably spend more time there than I'd like to admit.

Tears. I have cried so many that I didn't think I had any more to cry. But they continue to regenerate themselves. I wish I knew what my tears were, other than saline. They are a mixture of grief, joy, anger, selfishness, reliance, relief, fear. They seem to contradict themselves often. Here's the cool thing though, although I don't fully understand this concept. Jesus understands each tear. Why? Because He wept too. *Sigh* Maybe I'm beginning to understand more than I thought.