Restoration makes me cry. In all it’s forms.
Airport reunions. Disaster relief. Poverty being annihilated. Even chick flicks.
And I’m non-discriminatory…
I’ll shed a tear at the end of Con-Air and Army Wives alike.
I’m a mess.
But I have to believe that restoration touches something deep, down in spirit land that sometimes I just can’t access. It’s also important to note that I have no control over this reaction. Any time that I see “restoration” happening – when I see things getting back to the way that they were intended – something from inside spills over.
What do I do with this? I know this is a powerful motivation and inspiration. The meaning behind all of this has to include that I’ve been put together with this tenderness for a restorative purpose, doesn’t it? I want to make things better.
… and I can’t wait for football season. No more tears.