Sweet Salty Tears

When I began putting this issue together, hummingbirds were visiting daily. My sweet husband hung feeders by the window where I sat suffering through one of the most difficult summers of my life dealing with a very painful illness.
Then suddenly one day in October, those remarkable creatures disappeared. Like they all decided together to pack up and leave in a moment.
I wish pain would leave like that.
It is difficult to function when your body is in distress. Thank God for doctors, vaccines and medicine. But there is a sickness science cannot cure.
Sickness of the heart.
Sorrow. Remorse. Regret. A sickness only time and love can heal, if it ever comes close to healing at all.
I read sorrow opens the soul. This year mine is wide open. Because of The Pandemic and nursing home regulations, I almost didn’t go the eight-hour trip to Virginia for my Dad’s birthday in March.
But the heart has reasons, reason does not understand.
As we were driving I-95 from South Carolina to Virginia, going 70 mph, I had to chuckle thinking how Dad was turning 95 and a few days later I would turn 70. I took that as a sign.
So glad I listened to my heart, because Dad died two weeks later. The eight-hour return trip was difficult, but harder had I not gone the distance to say I love you one last time.
In Revelation 21:4 John writes: ‟… God shall wipe away all tears…and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain …”
All death? All sorrow? All pain? Yes! Yes! Yes!
But all tears? I cry when I am happy and laughing. I hope He will save some sweet salty tears to spill when we are all finally together rejoicing! Keep heart!

ConnieLakeyMartin~Editor 12/20/2021

I see my path, but I don’t know where it leads. Not knowing where I’m going is what inspires me to travel it. ~Rosalia de Castro