The other day, I noticed something beautiful.Tucked beneath the protective mantel of my statue of Our Lady was one of my dried tears.
I am certain that it is my teardrop because it is darkened by mascara, and a girl just knows what her tears look like when she's cried a lot of them.
This is the largest of my statues of Our Lady, for it is 2-feet tall and designed to go outside. I bought it several years ago, hoping that one day she would grace the garden of the first house I bought.
But God's plans for us always exceed our own. He had other plans for this statue that were better than what I had conceived. Instead, He gave me a house that already had a statue of Our Lady in the garden. And then He gave me the resources to have a Prayer Room, and it is in there that this statue resides.
I remember that the last time I held this statue, I was crying -- and profusely so. Because of its size, it tends to be what I will hug with my entire person when I am weeping. I have gotten this statue wet with my salty tears many times. She brings me comfort, not only because of her motherly guidance, but because I know she cries, too. She cries for her Son, she cries for me, and she cries for ALL of us.
I do not know why this teardrop was saved, but I thank her for keeping it. Every emotion that I experience must be precious to her.
