waaaaaay back when I was young, I was one of those who said, "I'm never going to Relief Society (Women's group at church), all they do is cry. They can't get through one sentence without blubbering." I didn't mind spiritual things, but I was going to be rational about it - none of that bawling for me.
HA! (on me)
I tear up just skimming through greeting cards in the grocery store, I bawl during commercials, I sob singing along to Christian Rock radio stations, I have absolute break downs through Christmas and Easter church meetings and school graduations, and I blubber non-stop while giving talks in church. I became one of THEM, no, I'm the worst of them.
Must be something about standing at the pulpit that restricts my throat and puts my tear ducts and drippy nose into over drive. Actually, I got all choked up and teary eyed just reading through the articles and scriptures and hymn lyrics while putting my talk together - outright bawled through some of them. My talk was on how important children are and how much God loves each and every one of them, and our role as parents teaching and guiding them, and the role of leaders and teachers who back up parents in this job. I mean, aren't you tearing up right now just thinking about that?
Nathan said I was like the Relief Society scene in the RM. Jessica said, "Why can't you be like B's mom? She didn't cry all through her talk." I cry because it means so much to me, and because I'm nervous, but mostly because it means so much to me. (if it was only nervousness, I'd just have the giggles or hiccups or twist my fingers into knots or or pass out from not being able to breathe, not be crying.) You know those people who's throat, lungs, and nose seems to run on a totally seperate system than the rest of their emotions and body functions - the ones who can speak about deeply emotional and spiritual things, or sing emotional and spiritual songs, with a clear and beautiful voice, never choking up, nose never dripping, tears can be streaming down their face and all sorts of emotions can be flooding through them, but their voice remains clearly understandable - I am not one of those people.
