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I wouldn't say that I am an overly emotional person.  I have always thought that I am pretty well in tune with them and they rarely get the better of me in situations.  My logic is usually able to balance things out.

Yesterday, I was watching a show and there was a ballet scene featuring one single dancer on the stage.  She radiated strength, passion, and was so full of life.  It was so incredibly beautiful and as silly as it sounds, it brought tears to my eyes.

When I was younger, I can remember my Mom getting teary eyed over everything.  We could be watching a movie or tv show and she would be wiping her eyes over a beautiful song, reuniting of a family, a piece of music, anything.  I remember always thinking that it was so silly.  Call it genetics, but I now do the same thing.  Maybe it's growing up and being more secure in who I am, but it happens, often.  I am usually able to feel it coming on and quickly distract myself or think of something else when in a public setting, but it is still in there.

This bring me back to my previous situation of the ballet.  I am not a dancer, at all.  But seeing something so beautiful and passion filled touches me to the core.  Tears of joy has a totally different meaning for me.  Not that I let them out on a regular basis.  That usually only happens in the presence of my wonderful and loving husband.  A few other beautiful things that trigger my tear ducts. . .

a symphony orchestra
a full choir
a piece of well written poetry
hymns
hurting and helpless children
thinking about how God has blessed me
someone sharing something dear to their heart
telling someone that I love them (romantic and friendship)
relationships between father/sons and mothers/daughter
an old couple holding hands
weddings

Looking over this list, it is apparent that God gave me a lot of empathy and emotion.  I look at this as a blessing!  Most of the time =)

What makes you tear up or touches you deeply?

~SheriLynn

Comments

  1. AnonymousMay 17, 2012 at 6:17 PM

    lately, i've been crying every time i think about kenya and the children in the slums and how badly i want my husband to fall in love the same way i did last summer. it's that achy, devastating, confusing love and i can't get anyone to understand it. so i cry.

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  2. BethanyMay 17, 2012 at 9:27 PM

    Since coming back from Africa, I cry at pretty much anything and everything. Thanks for framing it as a blessing, instead of embarrassing. :)

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  3. HollyMay 17, 2012 at 10:07 PM

    Don't forget the Hallmark commercials!!! I cry at everything...my family thinks I'm nuts!!! Just sensitive and passionate I say!!!

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