I am a cry-er. Literally, that person who cries when happy, sad, anxious, angry… I just cry. I’ve been called a cry baby, over sensitive and over empathetic, I’ve accepted them. Most times my tear ducts just have a will of their own and I honestly can’t help it. This happens to me so much in church during praise and worship! I will be standing there singing and my eyes will just start doing their thing. This Sunday was no different except this time, I was proud of it.