Yesterday, in the middle of checking and editing documents of chemical compliances, my eyes started to blur because of involuntary tears streaming down my cheeks.

I thought my eyes were just stressed because I was infront of my laptop for six hours.  But no. The tears were real. And I was surprised with the liquid words that my heart chose to speak last night. They were all there and lined up for that particular moment to just be released.

It must be the tears when Nanay left last week, I was too busy preparing all the things she needed for her flight that I forgot that I will be missing my mother.

It must be the quiet tears of a weak heart gaining strength in and by  His grace and love.

It must be the soft tears of uncertainty, yet deciding to yield and wait for His plan to unfold.

It must be the pure tears of learning meekness, the holy acceptance of every circumstance.