Teardrops

RaindropsTeardrops show up in different ways.

Sometimes…

They flow silently and gently down our cheeks and we’re unable to keep them behind our lids. They trickle without warning, letting us know that something is stirring within our spirit or soul. We can brush them away as easily as they slide.

Sometimes…

They mix with our mascara on the colored pillowcase. Too tired to remove our make-up, not caring about the stains we know we’ll have to wash out when things are calmer. Nobody sees these tears, do they? We muffle our cries and virtually stop our lungs from drawing breath in the process. These tears usually dry up when we’re too exhausted to think or move and our muffled moans are replaced by half-asleep shuddery gasps.

Sometimes…

They sting. Like the icy rain that hammers the pane, these tears cut and hurt and our anger wants to sting back. They cloud our vision and we no longer see clearly and many times we don’t want to. These torrential tears don’t stop until a clap of thunder jolts us back to reality and we loosen our grip on getting even. On making someone hurt as much as we are. Our icy hearts need to warm before these tears dry.

Sometimes…

They pour from red-stained irises that haven’t been dry for days. These tears join forces with wails that come from our bellies as we try and stop the pain, the confusion, the fury. These tears aren’t pretty nor are they delicate. They run like angry rapids and our sobs jerk and shake until our heads hurt from all of it. It’s. Just. Too. Much.

There are some events in life we can’t fix on our own. And we can’t ignore their horror and the sadness.
It just doesn’t make sense.

This morning I read David’s words in the 56th chapter of one of his Psalms …
“You [God] keep track of all my sorrows, you have collected all my tears in your bottle, you have recorded each one in your book.” (NLT)
I bet God has rooms and rooms and rooms filled with bottles of tears.

No answers to so much horror and tragedy this week. My little ray of HOPE today is that He knows. And He sees and holds and cares for the tears of families whose grief is unbearable.

May He help us find a new place of HOPE.

You are Extraordinarily Significant!