There were a fair amount of tears this weekend. Tears of frustration and disappointment. Tears of gratitude and love and repentance. Tears illicit a response. I tried to keep a low profile but, they invite comment and concern. Not all stories are meant to be shared. Which means sometimes people misinterpret. I used to feel the need to explain. I don't any more. I don't know what that says about me.
Life is hard sometimes.
The act of redemption is painful.
As a wise person said to me it is a desert out there but we are offered an oasis every now and again. I am grateful for them all.