tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27882134.post7466949907843865087..comments2023-10-29T03:59:36.834-06:00Comments on Dirty Shame: Tears...Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00704980791674041790noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27882134.post-10479935239349173932010-07-10T07:20:52.426-06:002010-07-10T07:20:52.426-06:00saw your comment on Mair's fb page and had to ...saw your comment on Mair's fb page and had to follow the trail - it lead me here. I have been singing Smokey Robinson's "Tracks of my Tears" all morning after watching the Yosemite double rainbow youtube video and listening to this stranger glory in the beautiful gift from God he received.<br /><br />I bumped into Mark Yaconeli (Mike's son) after he died and I became a blubbering, slobbering cry baby right in front of him. He was so gracious - I couldn't even get out the words I wanted to pass on to him of my grief for his loss and mine. I apologized and he said "did you know that the Catholics believed that tears were a prayer, they water the ground at our feet to make it receptive to what will soon grow." I haven't looked at my tears the same way since.<br /><br />Thanks for connecting some dots for me today.Heidi Reneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01769414906479026143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27882134.post-87285825070104002242010-07-05T22:29:36.205-06:002010-07-05T22:29:36.205-06:00When we're watching a movie or TV show or what...When we're watching a movie or TV show or what-have-you which brings tears to Big's eyes, well...he never looks more tender to me. He's a great provider. He's a great dad. But the fact that he's tender-hearted means more than anything to me.Gretchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02576409086020993015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27882134.post-36473746343547780512010-07-05T11:20:20.941-06:002010-07-05T11:20:20.941-06:00beautiful...beautiful...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27882134.post-1177159766093239162010-07-05T11:02:59.910-06:002010-07-05T11:02:59.910-06:00Tears are proof that the spirit in us is not dead,...Tears are proof that the spirit in us is not dead, or held hostage by a mask. I love that tears roll, they don'tjust appear and hang out, but they come out moving, and they trace a track down the life we're living... Those fast kid tears, running accrues supple new skin and dripping off the new curve of the cheek... and the older tears, that have to fill up the grace that God has drawn around our eyes before they ever hit the whiskers. And on those days that the eyes and the workers cannot contain all that springs forth... It's those days that saddle will bear what the face cannot.<br /><br />May the sun that warms all the grows first light the tears before it dries them away.Vern Hyndmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14420304563548538128noreply@blogger.com