One fabulous Thinker

"You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book." Psalm 56:8 (NLT) Can I tell you something I wish someone had told me years ago? Everybody has tear stains on their pillow. I mean it. The woman at church who always looks put together? She's cried into hers. Your friend who seems to have her life figured out? She knows exactly what those 2 a.m. breakdowns feel like. That mentor you look up to? She's had nights where she couldn't even pray, just weep. We just don't talk about it. We show up. We smile. We do what needs to be done. And then once we get into our car, we break down crying. Or we hold it together through the whole day, for our kids, our job, our family, whoever needs us, and then the moment our head hits the pillow at night, everything just breaks open. So when YOU'RE the one lying there in the dark, you think you're the only one. You cry. And cry. And cry some more. ...