You know where I cry a lot? The car. There's an oxygen there that reaches my soul and it becomes okay to fall apart. Just me, the Lord, and a whole heart full of brokenness. When my strength is gone and all is not well, when my weakness settles in a Strength becomes known and I realize that maybe these burdens were never meant for me to carry alone. And maybe it's okay to fall apart in the the Father's hands so He may restore me stronger in Him.