Sometimes you’re in a place where all you can do is cry.
Those tears are prayer.
I love the way Psalm 56 describes our tears in the sight of God:
“You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.”
—Psalm 56:8, NLT
I have all these images in mind of what those bottles of tears look like in God’s storehouse. Maybe one is a vial. Maybe another a mason jar full. Maybe another the size of an old glass milk bottle. Maybe another a bottle of wine.
I suspect that no matter the volume of our tears, God finds bottles of suitable size to hold every single one of them. How could he not?
Have tears ever been prayer for you? Is it helpful to know that they are?