Tears

Tears are words from the heart that can't be said.

Let the rain fall down like tears from my face.

 

As they gather and pool I am reminded of grace.

Just like a full well, the water will rise.
more satisfying than the pain released from my eyes.

I am reminded by my tears of the water of life.
quenching parchment of pain a strife.

Let me drink, and have my fill.
tears rid me of my wants, water fill me with God's will.
Last night my heart was broken, not the first time and Im sure not the last. Yet in my pain there was not hopelessness. As a girl it seems heart break is around every darn corner, and I admit many times we bring it on ourselves. So why and how do we love like we have never been hurt? Take a chance like we have never been rejected? ... we learn from our mistakes and then forget them.

One of the biggest mistakes we have made in growing up is practicing how to remember but not how to forget. In the Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis the reader witnesses a conversation between two demons, an uncle and his apprentice nephew. At one point the uncles instructs... either keep your victim in the past or future, never in the present. In the past God has already worked, in the future God's work is a mystery. But in the present is were God is.

We need something to sustain us every hour, every second. As I woke to rain this morning I thought, what a perfect reflection of my life, ha! But driving in my car a similar song came on the radio and simultaneously I saw a ray of light beaming to earth between the storm clouds. Now THIS is my life. In the storm God is my beam of light, He is my sustainer. He is near and hates pain in my life as much as I.