|The author, Teri Dawn Smith, is in the back row, center, wearing the red top & dark jacket.|
By Teri Dawn Smith
Love often comes slathered with smiles and hugs, but I’ve found out recently that it can also come drenched with tears.
A couple of weeks ago my daughter, Sarah, took me to see my Ponderer friends for the first time since my aneurism. Susan May Warren threw her annual My Book Therapy Pizza Party on one evening of the American Christian Fiction Writers conference, and the Ponderers came out in full force for a boot-stomping good time. Reba even pinned on a sheriff's badge, and patrolled the party making sure every one obeyed the law of having a good time.
Since I hadn’t seen my Ponderer friends since the nasty brain explosion in November of 2010, I expected hugs and squeals of joy.
And smiles. Lots of smiles.
What did I get?
And hugs. Plenty of hugs.
But even more tears.
At the end of the party, we took our officially required Ponderer picture, displayed above. Afterwards we huddled together for prayer. The Ponderers cried some more and thanked the Lord for my return to them.
By the end of the prayer time, my daughter ended up wiping away tears.
Well, phooey on expected squeals of joy. I cried too!
Have you ever cried tears of joy? Or cried when you expected to laugh? I’d like to hear about it.