Sometimes, I weep for what was.
I wish I could roll back the clock and revise a tragic day in my family’s history.
I cry out for restoration as salty tears stream down my face.
I am thankful for that sweet Scripture that says God collects all my tears in a bottle.
I am comforted when I read that Jesus wept for a friend.
I’ve surrendered to the reality that God has given me a ministry of tears.
One glorious day, my Jesus will wipe all my tears away.
In the meantime, it’s okay to be a weeping willow.
Dr. Elmer Towns suggests that we only cry when we lose something precious to us. In How to Pray: When You Don’t Know What to Say, he asks his readers to note the last time they cried over a lost person or a a personal sin. Tears of loss help define our “spiritual temperature.”
If you immerse yourself in the Gospels, they will cure you of the “stiff-upper-lip” religion that is so foreign to the one who was a “man of sorrows acquainted with grief.” Jesus knew the Prayer of Tears, and He will show you how to follow “in His steps.”
Richard Foster, Prayer: Finding the Heart’s True Home, p. 45
Lord, may we be refreshed as by streams in the desert.
Let’s Talk: Have your tears dried up or are you a weeping willow? How do we keep a tender heart?
Let’s Pray Big in Community:
This year, my desire is to lift up holy hands and “Pray Big.” Want to join me? I’ve created a private “Pray Big” Facebook group for like-minded sisters to share their stories and surrender each one to our mountain-moving God in prayer. Let’s cry out to God together.