Tears.

There were a lot over the weekend. Tears that is. Tears of happiness for others. Tears of hurt. Tears of confusion and pain. Tears of guilt. Tears of anticipation. Tears of hope.

Yes...a lot of tears, all different kinds. I spent a lot of time thinking and praying this weekend. Along with several hours of just laying in bed and crying. I spent a lot of time feeling sorry for myself.

I know I can't keep that kind of behavior up. It's not fair to myself, my husband, or those around me that may be effected by the way I act. I don't think I'm over it... but I do feel a little better. Maybe getting it all out was a good thing?

I'm...broken. And I'm waiting for Him to come and pick up the pieces.

I'll leave you a quote from our church bulletin.

When you're down to nothing...God is up to something. Faith sees the invisible, believes the incredible and receives the impossible.

I'm going to have faith.

I am looking forward to what (to me) seems impossible.