Tears have indeed been shed this week. Tears of stress from severe opression and persecution, and asking God those "why" questions, tears of joy and inspiration from seeing someone radically praising Jesus during our Sunday morning service for the first time in a long time, and tears of goodbyes from friends who move away one by one. But all I can say is that maybe he's carving out a place in me for more of Him. Maybe he's closing old doors and opening new ones, paving new paths and shedding a new kind of light. Maybe my next tears will be tears of thankfulness.