Sorrow surrounds me, and my long prayer list for family and friends brings me to tears. I am honored to pray for they have shared their pain, trials, and heartaches.
Several of my friends have incurable diseases and with horrific pain scream through the night. And yet they continue to honor and praise God, secure in the knowledge one day they will be cured, whether here or when they are safe in God’s arms.
Other friends aren’t so sure. Pain from the past has left scars inside and out. External wounds have healed, but the emotional pain remains. I tuck their sorrow and pain into the pockets of my heart. I pray for their healing. I also pray for words to say and words to write, to show them that God’s love is real.
Another friend shared something she never told anyone—except God. Afraid of being judged, her internal guilt and condemnation grew. When she told me, I cherished she felt safe enough to share. I reassured her God forgives sins and God would forgive her. Because I continued to love her in spite of her failings, she accepted His truth. And I tucked her precious secret into my heart.
Messages, e-mails, and private conversations, shared details of sorrow and pain, keeping my heart tender and full. I carry their concerns to God. For each tear cried is precious, and God gently tucks them into His heart. And one day when this life ends—and health is restored, justice is served, and sadness replaced with joy—we will be forever, enveloped safe in the pocket of His heart.
“You have taken account of my wanderings; put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your book?” ~ Psalm 56:8 (NASB 1995)