Experiences of life, rust our hearts. Tragedies, hurts, great loss, they all stain, leaving their mark. Shiny steel heart, becomes oxidized. Did you know the heart cries? Those heart tears change it forever.
Yet God’s word says that, “He works all things together for good.” “He will provide for those who grieve—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes.” But how, with sizable loss? Do I dare ask? How, in the midst of tragedy? Can one ever be the same after such misplacement? I think not. And by what means, do we give gratitude when life is so recklessly hard? Someone please tell me how?
The only thing to do, is love, and simply walk beside her. The one who lost. Reminding of that unexplainable Peace that we both know to be real, and true. We know, but we forget. Faltering, in times of hearts rusting. We wonder, question, and cry out. We are forever changed. But something’s different, that corroded heart of ours.
As holy tears overflow from heart top to bottom, something new emerges. Tears become jewels. Each one, caught by a loving God, who’s gentle touch transform tears into precious stones. So we whisper thanks in dire times. The words barely make it past the lips. We give gratitude, even when the heart says it’s not thankful for this. And we hold on to the belief that there’s got to be more to this story. Faithfully trusting, that one day it will be revealed.
You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.