Well, the very first song I sang way back when I was a young woman was called "Tears Are A Language" It 's words are long forgotten after the dozens I've sung since, but once in a while a short bit of it comes back to me - usually when I am crying. It said, "tears are a language that God understands". It spoke of the fact that when our heart was so broken, words would not, or could not come, because they were not necessary if we crying out to our Father, for "tears are a language that God understands..."
I remember being amazed when I first learned that God actually stores my tears, they are precious to Him. I wonder if they are like diamonds falling from my eyes that clearly speak out - each tear a word that He alone can understand so that when the bucket of diamonds was full & sparkling, my heart was at peace again.
I'm at that "delicate" age where I seem to cry a lot - sometimes over nothing, sometimes over a deep hurt I can't bear so that one day it becomes so unbearable the dam bursts. After sobbing like a fool, crying out to God to help me because I can't stand feeling this way, it's finally over. All the tears are spent. I wash my face, erasing the stains that betray my seemingly needless outburst, take a deep breath and somehow feel cleansed, because I KNOW that "tears are a language that God understands."
Why ever you cry, whenever it comes, whether rarely or daily, tears are a language that God understands. Every tear you shed, the ones that fall down your cheeks, the ones that soak your blouse, the ones that wet the floor...they all speak volumes to your Father. After you have made your offering of tears, He exchanges them for His peace and grace and comfort. Why He stores them? I don't know. Guess that's something I'll find out when I get Home and can ask Him from my list of questions. (Don't YOU have one??).
But while I am here, it comforts me to know that I need not be embarrassed, or ashamed of my tears. (The only exception being women who cry to get attention, or out of self-pity. I believe that kind I crying I feel is destructive). My Father-Creator who weaved me in my mother's womb knows me better than I know myself. When the hurt is too deep, the wound too sore, the burden too heavy to carry and I resort to tears... He takes those precious diamonds from my eyes, reads them and holds them near His heart, interprets them as only He can, and catches me up into His loving embrace and whispers in my ear, "I'm here. I always will be. It is OK. I love you, and I will never leave you." And then I know, no matter what anyone else may say, it is OK to cry!
He'll do the same for you!
Crying with you,
Jeannie,ptl
Psalm 56:8
