Good morning, world. Things are looking pretty good from the front porch of my farm in Virginia today. I met with the Author and Perfector of my Faith before the sun came up and I read His Words by lamplight. Today was one of those days that I couldn’t get enough of Him. Every verse I read was illuminated by His Spirit and I kept pausing to let Him pierce my Heart with Truth. Words I’ve read so many times before were revealed to me with New Life and they reached the places in my Heart where Truth was needed to Propel me toward more. All I could do was Praise Him for loving me enough to meet with me and for never failing to Grow my Willing Heart. Sometimes I wonder if our tears water the Seeds He plants in the Soul because the tears flow like a river at Planting time. Isn’t that the way it is for you too?

Some people cry at the drop of the hat while others could count on one hand the number of tears they’ve shed in a lifetime. For some of us, emotion bubbles up over sad things and beautiful things and we wear our Heart on our sleeve for all the world to see – while others experiencing the same things show no emotion at all. There’s no right or wrong when it comes to tears, that’s for sure, but I like to think that when Jesus plants Seeds deep within the Soul of a Willing Heart the spirit of man is inclined to melt and the tears are likely to flow. One Day every knee shall bow and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord and I am confident that although there will be lots of Hallelujahs shouted out in unison… there will be lots of tears flowing too. Tears of Love…Tears of Gratitude… Tears of Humility…every emotion known to mankind will spring forth as we bow before the King of all kings on that Day.

There is a lot of focus on the death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ this time of year as we approach the Easter season. Most of us will pause to consider what the King endured on our behalf as we recount the brutality man inflicted upon Him. We’ll imagine His flesh being ripped off His body with every strike of the cat of nine tails. We’ll imagine Him hanging on the cross with nails piercing His feet and hands. We’ll think about the crown of thorns placed on His head as he was mocked for being “king of the jews.” We’ll think about the sword that pierced His side and we’ll think about how He said “it is finished!” just as He drew His last breath. I’m not sure how it’s humanly possible to consider what our Savior endured to pay the price for our sins without shedding a tear…it’s not for me for sure. But the one thing that puzzles me even more than the lack of tears is how the focus of His shed blood, His suffering, His Sacrifice…ALL that He so lovingly Surrendered so that we might have everlasting life is reserved for this one time of year. The blood of Jesus is our Hope and our only way to Salvation…a message that should bring each one of us to tears every day of every year.

I’m not sure what’s in store for me on this new day, but I do know that He Prepared my Heart at sunrise and I cried like a baby in His Presence. I’ll NEVER lose sight of the Sacrifice He made for me, and because I don’t, I am compelled to Share His Love with the world day after day and year after year. He’s my Hope and my Future and there is no good thing in me apart from Him. How could I NOT cry tears of Joy?