Confluence of Tears

My 8-year-old daughter Aly, learning to play guitar, wrote another new song this past weekend called "Teardrops." It starts like this:

Rainy day
Can't go out and play
There's nothing I can do
But watch your, your teardrops, teardrops
Oh
Falling from the sky
Splashing into puddles
Makes me want to cry
Teardrops, teardrops

Her sense of God's tears eliciting her own tears makes me want to cry as well.

This is a season, the Lenten season, when the tears of the divine and the human truly find their confluence. I pray that as the cross grows more near, my own tears will flow more steadily and cleanse away the debris that keeps me from fully seeing what Christ longs to show me.