“Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?”Psalm 56:8 (KJV)
For grief that nobody around you knows about, and prayers you have never said out loud.
The image is startling and deliberately physical. Tears collected and kept, as though each one were worth preserving. Not counted to be held against you. Kept because they mattered.
A great deal of real grief is carried privately. People function at work, answer the phone normally, and cry where nobody sees. Scripture says none of that is unwitnessed.
You may have prayed things you have never been able to say to another person. They were heard, and they were kept.
A prayer to close
Father, You have seen what nobody else has seen. Thank You that my tears are not wasted or unnoticed. Comfort me where I have been carrying this alone. Amen.
