Retreat!

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Sometimes the tears just want to push past my eyelids in their mad dash towards freedom.

I want to liberate them.

Who am I to tell them to stay put?

But mascara or meetings or my to-do list can keep me from letting teardrops drop.

So they’re stifled and suffocated and they have no choice but to retreat.

But they’ve still made a stand and left their mark.

My body is telling me my emotions must escape.

To keep them inside or ignored or just plain neglected will not keep.

Eventually the tears must be allowed to fall and the pain must be fully felt.

But even in the sorrow, there is hope in tomorrow.

“For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.” Psalm 30:5