Bottled-up tears

You number my wanderings;

Put my tears into Your bottle;
Are they not in Your book?

Psalm 56:8 NKJV

Many, many years ago, a group of us were praying at the altar with a lady in our church whose husband had passed away with cancer. I'd heard of tear-stained altars before but this time I saw actual pools of water left on the bench when she arose. I can still see those blobs of tear drops puddled up on the bench's varnished surface in my mind's eye.

We serve such an intimate God, He even collects our tears in His bottle. He goes on to make note of it His journal. How can we ever think He doesn't care when He pays such close attention to us?

Why, He even numbers the hair on our head. (I find that thought so amazing!)

He's an all-powerful, all-knowing God, the all-sufficient one as in the God of More Than Enough. 

And if that's not enough, one of His names is the "God-Who-Sees-Me."

Are you going through a difficult time? Talk to our Father about it. He not only pays attention, but we have His word He cares.

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I'm linking this post at Soul Survival, Arabah Joy's Grace&Truth and #TellHisStory because His story tells us He is intimately involved in the lives of His children.