I was just thinking I must appear tough and strong--but I am not--so stuff like this causes me to sit around and cry. I have to say what God leads me to say, and maybe I do it wrong. But I dont regret it. Many things my parents made me do were hard and I cried. But they made me anyway. This is my Father, who is teaching me to be strong, and is the lover of my soul. He cries when I cry. And one day there will be no more crying, the lion will lay with the lamb (: