“Thou dost give them to drink of the river of Thy delights” (Psalm 36:8).
My friend read something I’d written and wept. I asked what had prompted that. She replied, “It was just the Lord. They were good tears.”
That’s all she said.
I know the feeling.
Any tears I shed come in one of three situations. I’m traveling down the highway talking to the Lord or going over a sermon and become so carried away with the joy of the Lord that the tears flow.
I’m on my knees with my face buried in a couch cushion, sometimes saying nothing, and I tear up.
Or, I’m at this laptop tapping out insights from God’s word and His promises and am overwhelmed by His goodness. (Such as at this moment.)
Men always want their wives to say why they’re crying. I quit that long ago when Margaret had no answer. “I just am. I’m a woman and sometimes we cry.” Basically, that was no answer, but it was all I was going to get.
Being a man, I want to know why I cry.
And I think I know.