Dear lovely people who are taking time to read these thoughts,
It has been so long. Time is a precious thing, as you know. Thank you for yours.
I am filled with much emotion thinking about influential men in my life and their tears. When women cry we tend to disregard it as hormones or that’s the way we are. Great power comes from a woman’s tears. It’s just that when a man cries, there is something deep going on. Young boys are either taught, or teach themselves, to stuff things in, be strong. Once again, a woman can be too. But as adults, women get together for cry fests. Men rarely do, that I know of.
A roommate of mine once proclaimed how I’d be a public speaker one day. This was several years ago. And though I’m no Billy Graham, I have dared to go in front of people, and seen how my words have touched their hearts. God created me with this gift to see deep into others. And there is nothing like seeing that in the heart of a grown man.
Quite honestly all personality tests point this girl as an introvert. And the truth is it’s the truth. But there is this part of me (here is the inside look) that craves to be center stage. I speak with meaning. There is wisdom in my heart that when spoken breaks down walls around people’s hearts.
Recently, and sadly, my grandfather passed away. He meant a whole lot to me. It was a great honor to speak at this funeral. Afterwards people commented on the speech. But they didn’t see what I did. With my words I saw years of emotion pour out like honey from a jar. It was sweet and raw. More love was in that room than like never before.
When grown men cry the little boy is exposed. The boy who loved before all hurt and pain came into his world. A freedom is born, priorities are changed,
and what really matters becomes reality.
Sincerely,
Tracie
