Tears

Storms around me.... my heart is pulled from side to side. Small things seem big to my little heart. . . but I fix my eyes on You. Be my strength this night, Jesus. For you are my rock and my strong tower. You are my shelter and my hiding place. If you are for me, who can be against me? There is nothing. Neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing that shall be able to separate me from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus, our Lord (Romans 8:38. Nothing You have declared my heart Yours. Oh restful thought that my heart belongs to You. If God be jealous for my heart, who can stand in His way.

Jesus. . . one day soon.I will not remember these tears. This night will fade from memory and blend into a hundred other nights so similar. With it will fade the pain in my heart. But you will not forget. You will remember. Every tear has its own story with You. You keep each one in Your bottle. You know every thought and emotion that caused each one. Oh, who is He who loves me so by remembering forever each one of my tears? So tonight, though I cannot even say why I cry so, I offer each tear to You. For the bottle, Jesus. For the book. Keep them. Keep every one. And one day, tell me the story again.

By Dana Candler .....