When the pastor had my then 93 (now 94) year old granpa surprise me by reading a Bible passage (this was not in the plan!), I couldn't help the tears that just instantly came pouring out.
I feel emotions strongly and always have, although some more than others.
I'm terribly out of shape (the Miss Piggy flu set me back in the fall), but running/walking is one of the most mind-clearing and heart-opening things I can do for myself. Every time I find the willpower to do it, I can't remember why it's been so long since the last time. Whether the road be the path that curves around our area or the beach (where I covet running, but don't get to often since I live in a landlocked state) or the treadmill up in the guest room, God never fails to meet me.
Tonight I put on my favorite running music, Hillsong United, and walked and ran. I didn't go for long, only 20 minutes. Once I finished, I stretched, and, with iPod in, I sang. Sometimes I sang the words of the song, sometimes I sang the words on my heart. It wasn't for very long, but in that time, I once again found myself bursting with emotion.