A barometer of growth.

This morning, while driving to work, I cried for someone. Not about someone — for someone.

I’m not accustomed to feeling so deeply the pain of others. But the ugliness of the situation and the pain of my friend resulted in seemingly inevitable tears.

If that’s not evidence of the Lord working in my life, I don’t know what is. Those involved in Ball State Cru might say that God is “flipping trucks.”

Regardless of the expression chosen, tears are a barometer of growth in my life.

And I’m beginning to be OK with that.

01/23/12