All My Tears

You number my wanderings;
Put my tears into Your bottle;
Are they not in Your book?

The New King James Version. (1982). (Ps 56:8). Nashville: Thomas Nelson.

Somewhere there is a book. Written in it are all my “wanderings”, numbered.

  1. Every time I didn’t know what to do and just shut my eyes and made a choice, good or bad.
  2. Every time I consciously made a choice that was supposed to be the right one…and wasn’t.
  3. Every time I followed the shiny thing off into the weeds.
  4. Every time I just didn’t care what was right, I only cared to get what I wanted. And thousands of others.

Where ever that book is, sitting beside it is a bottle. Contained in it are all my tears.

All my compassionate tears. All my hate-filled tears. All my tears of regret. All the tears of pain, sin, and anger. All the tears of repentance–especially the tears of repentance. All the tears of joy–even those I only cried in my heart, though they never dripped down my face.

My precious Lord compassionately keeps the record of my wanderings updated–it’s a travel journal of the trips He’s taken me on. He is still collecting every tear–they are to be poured out as prayer incense. Every one of my wanderings and tears are meaningful to Him and will redound to His glory in the end.

Am I not richly blessed?

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