Work has changed all of that. Strong evidence of that is that, over the last six months, I have found myself moved to tear four times. I feel that, for a man to cry, he has to be pretty in touch whats going on in his head. Not only does a man have to see whats going on inside his head, he has to be open to let those goings-on impact him. I think I am getting to this point.
The first two teary times were in my car. God came and sat beside me on the commute to work, bringing me immeasurable comfort in times of great despair. In the middle of the shitstorm known as an audit busy-season I was blessed with peace. The only reaction was one of praise and thanks.
Cries number three and number four happened just this past weekend. My family spent the weekend together for Easter, and I could not express my joy any other way besides tears. For about a decade now I have watched my family drift apart. My parents have not acted like a married couple, and my sister acquired some damaging habits that caused us all lots of pain. We couldn't get along when we were all in the same room if our lives depended upon it. I would often return to college after time at my parent's house enraged and devastated. The question of "why me"was never far from my lips.
Countless prayers and curses to God later I am seeing reconciliation and it is a beautiful thing. It is odd the timing that God chooses, odd but perfect. Praise Him for new beginnings and unending joy.
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