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What brings a tear of joy to my eye? It’s never the big things…it’s the little, quiet moments that sneak up on me. Like when my grandsons giggle so hard their whole bodies shake, or when they yell “Hassy!” and run toward me like I’m their safe place. Or when my daughter, who has walked through the fire with me, looks at me with pride in her eyes instead of disappointment. That alone can undo me.

It happens when my husband slips his hand into mine in the middle of life’s chaos, reminding me that even when it’s hard, we’re still choosing each other. It happens when I see someone I care about step into their purpose, finally believing they’re more than the mistakes that tried to define them.

Those tears of joy, for me, are proof. Proof that after everything I’ve survived, God still allows beauty to break through. Proof that love is bigger than failure. Proof that life, even after the hardest chapters, still has the power to surprise me in the best ways.