I promise: only one more verse of "We Are Sowing." (Well, there could have been more as I love this hymn, but the author ended at four.)
Though who knowest all our weakness, leave us not to sow alone!
Bid thine angels guard the furrows where the precious grain is sown,
Till the fields are drowned with glory, filled with mellow, ripened ears,
Filled with fruit of life eternal from the seed we sowed in tears.
The last line of the verse especially resonated within me. "Filled with fruit of life eternal from the seed we sowed in tears." Some of the most important seeds I've sown in my life had been sown in tears. There is childbirth (and let me tell you there were plenty of tears there!). And child rearing (more tears). There is working to stay married (buckets and buckets of tears). And saying a temporary goodbye to loved ones (still more tears).
All of these jouneys were and are drenched in tears. And they were also filled with laughter (well, not so much the childbirth) It occurs to me that the most important journeys and events in life are frequently accompanied by tears, so that when we experience the joy, we are that much more grateful for it.
So, for today, I am grateful for "seeds sowed in tears."