A very dear former pastor of mine once told me that “where there is much love, there is much sorrow”. As I began reflecting about how sorrow had consumed me this past year, I wanted to find a way to channel the pain of loss in a more positive way. I’ve shed a lot of tears, a lot, and I’m not ashamed to admit that each tear had a purpose.
Another dear friend of mine reminded me that in Psalm 56:8, God tells us that He collects our tears and records them in His book. He knows my hurt. He knows my sorrow. He writes them down for me and He is there to comfort me as long as I need Him.
Each person must deal with the hurt in their heart their own way. Mine has been to cry tears of anguish and reflect on the life of my sweet granddaughter that I very much miss. My tears are not only for missing her but also for the life I won’t get to share with her. I had so looked forward to seeing life through her eyes.
How can I make this pain matter? That’s a question I keep asking myself and I’m starting to understand that the more I give of myself in service to others, the less my heart aches. I have a project that my church has adopted called the Blessing Box and it has been helping to heal my broken heart one can of food at a time. I’ll share more about the box in another post soon. The point is that as I share and give through my tears, God gives back. He SEES me and He hears. My tears have a purpose. Each one counts and for that I am grateful.
Blessings, Cindy J
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