Today I heard on the radio (K-Love) that God has a bottle full of my tears and that some day my bottle will be empty. When I join Him. No more tears will fall.
I look forward to no more tears. But the idea that God catches all of my tears and keeps them, saves every drop of water that has fallen over the years; tears representing sadness and joys. It is overwhelming, yet I feel treasured.
Do you remember the last time someone wiped a tear from your face? Was it a friend, a parent, a loved one, a child, a significant other? Or did you just let the tears fall from your face the last time you cried because there was no one there to wipe them and you couldn't bear the thought of wiping your own tears one more time?
The thought of God catching my tears in a bottle is comforting. Loving. Forgiving. Understanding. Unconditional. Compassionate. Peaceful.
I want a piece of heaven on earth. Someone to wipe away my tears until no more tears fall.
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