And sometimes you lie on your living floor wetting a letter the dad wrote from prison with your tears, while four of his babies sleep in your house... On Father's Day.
The heart break is sometimes too big for tears when you think about the damage done in making orphans and the pain of loving them.
And sometimes you have too many sisters with too many heartaches to know how to do anything more than keep showing up.
Sometimes you regret buying tissues from Aldi's because they can't handle adult tears.
And sometimes the parking lot to Panera Bread is just the right spot to sit in your van and cry before going in to buy your bagel.
And sometimes you just don't want to wear the adorable pumpkin suit...
And sometimes your mind just spins at how you could possibly make a difference when every house on every street of this enormous city is full of hurt... And there's just so. many. cities on this globe...
And sometimes you fight with strength not your own to cling to words that aren't your voice saying "keep opening your door... keep sharing your food... Keep saying "hello" when you pass... Keep hugging... Keep inviting... Keep destroying your normal... Keep praying... Refuse to stop hoping."
... And keep crying... Because sometime is coming when your Savior will take enough time with His hand on your cheek to brush away each tear that has fallen here...
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