Psalm
56:8 You number my wanderings; Put my
tears into Your bottle; Are they not in Your book?
I can
tell you all about wandering. I did it very effectively for decades. During the
wandering years, I felt a powerful tug in my spirit especially when things
weren’t exactly peachy in my life.
I cried the tears of a prodigal daughter on
many occasions, and at times I caught glimpses of God’s compassion for me --
yet I refused to take hold of his hand.
God
tenderly waited for me like a Good Father until I decided to come home.
Tears are a language God understands there is said to be a room of tears in heaven where the tears of the saints are captured and angels dispatched to answer those tears.
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