Hey there, tears.
Welcome.
Come on in. I've left a little light on for you in my heart and the coffee is brewing in the kitchen.
Let's sit down at the table.
Rest your hand on mine.
When he died I was afraid of you.
Afraid to open my heart.
Afraid to be vulnerable.
Afraid to let you, tears, run down my cheeks and land on the ground.
I was afriad that if I cried too much I would wither away.
I was afriad that letting you out meant I was weak.
I was wrong, tears.
You have healed me.
You have cleansed my soul.
Once I learned this......I was set free.
Tears are love.
When I feel you coming on......when my eyes start to fill with your sweetness.....I allow it.
I no longer fight you.
I fall into the emotions.
I learn from your wisdom.
Each time you knock on my door....
I turn on the little kitchen light.
I push the coffee pot on.
I open the door and welcome you in.
Hey there, tears.
Come sit with me and wash me clean.
