Often in Mass I find that I can't hold back tears. It has always been an embarrassment, until someone referred to it as The Gift of Tears. Now I don't feel shameful if my eyes get moist realizing just how much Christ loves me. Us.
But then, this: A friend asked me how our Christmas was. I burst into tears. What the what?
It was awesome, so I am wondering why I am standing in a puddle of tears. I guess it didn't fully hit me how grateful I was that we enjoyed it so much until I was frantically scanning the room for a Kleenex box.
Odd gift. Still grateful.