I walked into the classroom and cried. My friend held me while I sobbed. A friend to hold me and not ask why I was crying. Freedom to grieve and be comforted.
You keep track of all my sorrows.
You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
You have recorded each one in your book.Psalm 56:8
Cry.
Let the tears come.
We need never be ashamed of our tears.
― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
God is collecting your tears in a bottle. You are not alone. God knows your sorrow. He knows each tear you shed.
I pray you have someone to hold you. A friend to let you cry and not ask why.
If I can pray for you, please let me know in the comments. It’s okay if you say your prayer is, “Unspoken,” because sometimes all we can say is, “Help.”
Please e-mail me at pamela@ipaintiwrite.com and I will pray for you. If we meet, I will hug you and we can both cry.
Tears are words the mouth can’t say nor can the heart bare.
― Joshua Wisenbaker
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I wrote this story several days ago. And I wanted to add this.
My tears are from a deep sorrow.
Tears are healing. And being forgiven is too.
If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.
1John 1:9
