I listen to God with a broken heart. He is not only my doctor who mends it, but also the father who wipes away my tears. My Blood and tears are the same. Both are ways of showing helplessness God keeps me safe, He love me, i survive, i cry and struggle and sometimes i succeed. I Push. I love the Lord, for he heard my voice; he heard my cry for mercy. Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as long as I live. (Psalms 116:1-2 NIV). When it hurts, i cry. I am not ashame to cry