Revelation 21:4
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or sadness. There will be no more crying or pain. Things are no longer the way they used to be.”
“Oh Nana! It hurts. It hurts so bad!”
“Hold on little princess. Let’s look at that knee. Let me kiss it and let me wipe your tears.”
And the crying stopped – a smile crept across her face as she looked into mine.
In these moments, we realize how powerful and comforting it is to have someone recognize we are crying. To have someone actually wipe them from our cheeks is such an act of love.
Is it the feeling that we are cared for? That someone noticed in this world moving so fast we seldom slow down enough to care, seldom seeing the pain in others.
I took this picture one day seven years ago. Mom and I had dropped my niece off at college in Delaware, Ohio and we decided to take an extra day and explore.
Ending up in Cleveland, we came upon a huge cemetery. It was raining so we decided to drive through. Coming upon this statue, I paused, the drama of what I was looking at, messing with me.
The heavy rain creating a scene I won’t forget. The angel was crying tears of rain, looking down at the precious one she was holding.
I have cried like that – with tears falling so hard they were running off my nose to my chin and onto the floor below.
But, there was no one to wipe my tears.
Those dark times when I shut everyone out of my life scared me.
One time, I remembered the Bible talks about tears.
These verses are two that became my hope. Believing God will one day wipe every tear waiting to be released from our hearts and every tear that has yet to come to life.
Heaven’s gonna be awesome!
I don’t know the story about the statue but I know there is a very powerful one it tells just by the visual effect it had on me that day.
I’m grateful for the times I am able to wipe the tears from the ones I love and kiss their boo boos. May God grant me many more years to be able to do that.
Knowing God counts my tears, sees my anxiety and my sleepless nights humbles me. That He cares that much – incredible.
But to know He waits. He patiently waits for me. I will either choose to stay in that place of tears and sleepless nights or I will choose to, palms up, releasing everything to Him, ask Him to dry my tears and give me rest.
He loves us enough to let us choose.
Release your tears to Him. Watch how He works. Trust.
Psalm 56:8
You have kept count of my tossings;
put my tears in your bottle.
Are they not in your book?
“Lord, we are grateful to know You keep track of our tears. Our pain, grief and pain – all bottled up for You to heal. We thank You and we praise You. Amen.”
Your traveling buddy,
Janet