You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book?
Psalm 56:8
Father God, the image of You writing down all that my soul wrestles with in a book, or taking each tear that wells up in my eyes and putting them in a bottle moves my heavy soul this morning. I so needed to know that You not only see everything, but You don’t let anything that happens to me slip by not captured by Your divine eye. You see the anguish of my spirit in those dark hours. You see the torment that I navigate through silently throughout the day. You see the heaviness of the burdens that I silently carry. You see it all. That alone would be sufficient for me. To know that the God of the universe sees me. But, You do not leave it there. You not only see it, but You remember it. You store it up. My tears You put in Your bottle! What manner of love is this? This day, LORD, I lay my heart at Your feet. Even now, I ask that You would flood my soul with Your love. Help me LORD to continue to find not only Your peace, but Your acceptance as I navigate this rocky world. As I am tossed – and You know I am tossed – wrap Your loving arms around me. Give me Your peace today that I might rest squarely in Your shadow and find what my soul longs for.