Psalm 56:8b says "You have collected all my tears in a bottle. You have recorded each one in your book." I had my first cry since we arrived here on Monday. I was frustrated and tired of things that should have been simple not being simple. Once it started, it kept coming and wouldn't stop. I was overdue for a good cry. I had to admit I was not as strong as I thought I was. I was forced to deal with things I had been ignoring. I remembered I am weak but He is strong. The Psalmist reminds us to pour out our heart to God for He is our refuge. (Ps 62:8) I found His refuge was the best place to be. On Tuesday I sought this refuge again not from a point of frustration but from a point of worshiping an Almighty God. As I listened to some worship songs on my ipod, I remembered who I am but more importantly who God was, is and always will be.
I am thankful that God wants us to pour out our hearts to Him whether from frustration, sorrow, or joy. For me, tears help me do that and I consider it a gift.
Dear Keeper of my tears, Thank you for being a loving and gracious God who is a refuge in times of joy and sorrow. May we daily seek your face. Amen