Psalm 56:8 You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.
A friend of mine recently watched her mother pass into the arms of Jesus. As she was stroking her mother’s hair, she spoke words of love, memories, and comfort. Stop and imagine that sweet time. The older I become, the more stories I hear of being right there when loved ones are breathing their last earthly breath. Some of us know the pain of getting the dreaded phone call and not being able to say goodbye this side of heaven, and words unspoken. God cares about each sorrowful moment, thought, and collects all your tears. I’ve never really pondered God as a journalist – recording my journey, our walk together. Oh how sweet He is to take the time and keep track of me, collect my tears, and write my life story. In our grief, may we treasure each tear knowing He is holding us as we cry each one. Thank you Jesus. Thank you for loving us so much.