i’ve shed my fair share of tears in public places.
over coffee with people who asked hard questions. in hotels and restaurants around the world when i missed my family. in kelly’s office more times than i can count. one night during a class in college i was crying so hard i had to leave.
i guess it’s just kind of my thing. i cry. good things. bad things. happy. sad. angry. it’s how i emote and how i process.
this week i parked myself at kentucky fried chicken a few times. i’ve been catching up on blogs, emails, finances and facebook. i’ve talked with some of my favorites and caught up what life looks like both here and there. yesterday i hung up with one of those favorites and i burst into tears.
i’m not entirely sure why.
there’s nothing wrong. things in honduras are great. my squad is amazing and i’m absolutely loving leading them. the lord is taking me to new places in him, continuing to remind me that i’m a daughter and that’s enough. things with my co-leader are good. i’m not upset about anything. i’m not missing home any more than i normally do. i don’t feel (too) stressed about the future or unsure of what’s going to come next. i don’t feel particularly overwhelmed by things.
and yet, the tears still came. but in a cleansing kind of way. in a way that brings release and actually helps you breathe a little bit easier. it was the refreshing kind of cry. the kind that reminded me that i’m loved and missed and known. the kind that makes you thankful for the people waiting for you. the people you can count on.
it was a good cry. even if it was in kentucky fried chicken.