Today started in tears.
I shouldn't commit to 7:30 AM meetings, or maybe I should. This morning I wept as I shared some feelings and experiences of the last six months. To put it bluntly, I hate crying, especially in public, but I have learned to do it, and well today a slew of folks got to see a rather humbled girl at the corner of 49th and penn at Hubbard and Craven's coffee company.
I cried in the car this afternoon as I drove away from Eric and Lisa's house, after saying goodbye to them again.
Today also ended it tears as I went to my Common Ground House Church for the last time for who knows how long. I wept inside as people shared stories of how God changed their lives, I love how God can make all things beautiful...I then wiped the tears off of my face as we prayed and were honest with God about how we are, who we are and Who He is. It is odd how I have only been among this group 2 times in the last two years, but yet I still feel a part of it and welcome there.
Tears aren't bad. They are actually good for the soul, but I really don't like starting my day and ending it with them.