I’m an ugly crier. I guess most of us are. Every time I see a scene on television where a woman is bawling her eyes out one minute, smiling prettily the next, I can’t help but roll my eyes. Most often we tell the story about our tears well after they’ve dried. That’s the triumphant place; the place where victory has been obtained and we’re bidding the trial a fond farewell. And in that place of triumph, we speak from a sense of great relief at seeing our faith rewarded. But I’m writing this from the valley… with swollen eyes and tissues at the ready. I’m writing from the ... Read the Post