Tears are interesting. A single tear can mean so much or so little at the same time. If you are the person crying it could mean an end to one who watches it could be a beginning or vis versa. To one it could mean pain to another joy. A tear of fear or one of hope. An answer to your prayers or the cause of your prayers. It could be a sign of help or a sign to get away. The list can continue and continue and it always will because a person cries so many tears in a life time, but the question is when the moments arose and the tears you saw did you figure what you were meant to do with them?
I know a lot about tears because, more lately then ever, I have had many falling from my eyes. Sometimes they were a sign of help, others were of fear, some because my heart ached so, and others were because I finally found hope. All of them combined make up my life. Each moment where a tear was involved it meant a new chance or a time to be refined.
Right now they flow out of my eyes because of a chipped heart. Sometimes the answers to our prayers aren't really what we wanted, but that is when we must have the faith to keep on trying. One day I will be whole again and be able to look back on the tears and see them differently. For now however they are meant to say an ending to one and a new beginning to another.
