I recently read a passage that I haven't ever noticed before (Shocking, right. I thought I had the whole Bible memorized). Anyway, it was salve for my hurting heart. Some days the world just weighs so much; so many are hurting. If I stop long enough to think and am brave enough for a moment to plug in my heart, there is always someone there I am hurting for. Everyone has something that's hard for them or for a friend to walk through or live through, even. It leaves an ache in your chest and something that sticks in your throat, and on some days the aches just seem to keep piling from all around. I know there are sometimes answers to why; He is teaching us who He is and how deeply he cares; He is refining, purifying, emptying us so only Christ remains; He is allowing us a chance to know Him and His son by knowing a small piece of the pain, the unimaginable suffering He endured for love; He is gently lifting our gaze upward, away from the fleeting and the temporary to the forever ahead of us, but knowing the why doesn't erase the hurt. Why brings some peace, but the ache, the tears, the heaviness, I still feel those. What do I do with that? Then there was Psalm 56:8-11. "You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book?...This I know, that God is for me. In God, whose word I praise, in the Lord, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I shall not be afraid." Maybe knowing He's counting my tears and He sees and He is for me helps me carry the ache and hold faith and endure.
In honor of all those moms who have lost pieces of their hearts and those who are desperately waiting for their child and those who hearts are hurting today.