Describe the last time you were moved to
tears by something beautiful.
I’m one of
those people who is moved to tears by a commercial or most any movie with a sad
or inspiring part to it. I wear my
feelings on my sleeve or more accurately, my face, and I’ve shed more than my
share of tears over my 40 some odd years.
That said, I couldn’t say when the last time was that I was moved to
tears by something beautiful.
When I see
someone in person or on TV receive a blessing, which was richly deserved, I am
moved to tears. When my husband says something touching about our relationship
that I didn’t expect at that moment, I am moved to tears. When my boys are at
their most honest and say the very thing we were all thinking, but wouldn’t
say, I am moved to tears. When I
consider how lucky I am to live in this magnificent world with the family and
friends I was given and have gained over the years, I am moved to tears. The
beauty of relationships is what moves me to tears. Yes, I am awed each day I am
able to see Mt. Rainier in all her glory. Yes, I never grew tired of the
awe-inspiring Pacific Ocean surrounding the Marshall Islands. But, as beautiful
as these places and things are, they don’t move me to tears. Sure, they inspire
me to take photographs to preserve the memory of their beauty, but I don’t
usually cry. The sacrifices human beings
make for each other, the love between two people, the innocence of a child,
these are the beautiful realities of life that move me to tears.
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