A short excerpt from my latest column at CatholicMom.com, “Tears as a Gift?“:

A while back, Deacon Tom Fox wrote a column in this space called “The Gift of Tears.”  I’m a dry-eyed gal most of the time, and I have always prided myself on that trait.

Nothing says “practical farm girl” quite like dry eyes.

Then I started going to Mass.

I certainly didn’t mean to turn into a blubbering mess.  At the time, I was a tough know-it-all college graduate, and I was only there because this good-looking Prince Charming of mine insisted that he had to go before we could go on a date.

My ego and I often don’t fit in the same room at the same time, and I had to go to Mass to find out what all the fuss was about.

And I found tears.

Not just sniffly, polite tears.  Not just leaky-eye tears.  Not just moisture-and-trickle tears.

No, what I found were gallons of tears, buckets of tears, oceans of tears.

Read the rest at CatholicMom.com.