It’s been difficult the last couple days to help people by taking them where they don’t want to go. My mind’s logic challenges the wisdom of my heart. Tender mercies and compassion are my only weapons. I have no solutions of myself. As I listen to their stories my emotions are put to the test. They don’t need my tears. They have enough of their own. I hold them in check.
Driving away I look in my rear-view mirror to check my eyes. What do people see in these eyes when they’ve been talking to me? Do they see love? Do they see mercy? Do they see compassion? My eyes fill with tears. I am safe to let go of them now. These tears are special, meant just for my Father. He collects them from me.