Tears.  Lots of tears.  Some days, it feels like all I’m doing is crying.  Sometimes I’m only inwardly sobbing, lately they’ve been overflowing outwardly.  I have never been the sensitive sister; I’ve been known not to cry when people expected me to.  For example, I didn’t even cry at my grandmother’s funeral.  I’m just not a crier.

 You wouldn’t think that to be true if you were hanging out with me these days.  I feel incredibly fragile and can’t seem to share what’s on my mind and heart without the tears welling up.

 My heart is swimming in uncharted water.  Like any other adventure, it’s mostly exciting but a little scary.  In an effort to stick to my challenge of choosing to see God in the midst of the hard stuff, I am finding myself thankful that I’m at least to a point of being this honest with each other about how I feel and where I’m at in this thing called life.