How many tears, Lord, do you keep an accounting of? How many bottles are full to overflow? You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book. (Psalm 56:8)
A million is a number inconsequential as I consider the abundance of life here, in this world fallen. Though I also see through tears of purest joy. Yet You say, all my tears, yes, You say, All.
When tears flow down, no matter the cause, You place Your bottle - just so - to catch with compassion each one.
Lord, I trust You with my tears. They are the expressive part of my heart. Deepest grief; furthest reaches of delight. They are personal, vulnerable. Tears are the essence of my authentic self... And if they are sincere, they are humanity's gift of expression. God-given.
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Beautiful, my Friend.
Donna... Thank you. Isn't it amazing that we can trust Him with ALL of ourselves? To the deepest moved moments and emotions. He made us after all... Gave us these tears.
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