I see you. The composed face you have learned to carry through the day.
There are many sorrows layered beneath the surface — invisible to those who only look. Yet for the One who knows us through and through, and for those who can read a heart, the pain still soaks through.
Tears held inside weigh us down, nameless boulders we carry unnecessarily. Tears we let fall become rain, refreshing the soil where healing takes root.
What will you let your tears grow?
