Cheers to Tears Unshed

Here we go again.

Blank canvas.

Words swirling in my head with no real way to fill the white space.

What am I to write about anyway?

How I cried like some kid when I made a mistake?

Alright. Yeah. Maybe let's start with that.

I cry easily. Sad stories. Dog movies.

Whenever I make mistakes that affect people and things important to me.

But now that I really think about it, I'm pretty good with holding back my tears.

Even though a patient is crying in front of me.

Even though a daughter or a parent is standing before me asking me if their family member is going to make it.

I have never cried in front of patients and their families.

But I guess that's where the tears dammed up.

So when I actually made a blunder, the dam broke and the tears just--flowed.

It felt bad, but at the same time, it felt good.

You need those moments from time to time.

But those unshed tears?

I treasure them.

They are precious to me.

The tears I should have shed for a dying patient.

The tears I should have shed for a family left behind.

Somehow, keeping them with me reminds me of how precious life is.

How precious relationships are.

It is a reminder of how God has blessed me with opportunities to share Him.

So yeah.

Cheers.

Cheers to tears unshed.