I’m sentimental and love filling jars with my special treasures. Vintage jars display things like pink and white pebbles from my favorite Lake Helena beach, shells from Florida, Gramma Geneva’s vintage buttons, Scrabble tiles, marbles, and dice.
Two of my favorite treasures are water from the Dead Sea in Israel and sand from a beach in Normandy.
I learned the Lord keeps treasures in bottles, too.
You number my wanderings;
Put my tears into Your bottle;
I cry often.
Some people process things in their mind, I process them in my tear ducts.
If it hasn’t been cried over, it probably hasn’t been prayed over.
I’m not a cute crier, my face turns red and puffy, my eyes get smaller and my lips quiver. Then, I feel awkward and guilty because I make people uncomfortable, and they look away. My husband calls me the Weeping Prophet. A charismatic brother told me I have the gift of tears.
He is never turned away by my tears, He stores them as His precious treasures.
A few years ago, I was surprised to discover the Lord’s view when I did a Bible study on tears.
In Acts 20:19, he tells the elders in Ephesus he’s, “Serving the Lord with all humility of mind, and with many tears, and temptations…”
Paul accepted his trials and tears, but fixed his eyes on Jesus. He didn’t cry over his beatings, imprisonments, and daily danger. He wept over souls.
Acts 20:31, “Watch and remember, in three years I ceased not to warn every one night and day with tears.”
Job 16:20, “My friends scorn me: but my eyes pour out tears to God.”
Psalm 6:6, “I am weary with my groaning; all night I make my bed swim; I water my couch with my tears.”
OUR TEARS WILL END:
Revelation 21:4, “God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying…”
THE MESSAGE IN GOD’S BOTTLE:
You are so precious to me, each salty drop is a saved treasure, a special memory of the comfort I give until I can wipe away that final tear.
It’s such a beautiful thought, it makes me cry.
I don’t mind filling up more bottles of tears, I have plans for them. The more I fill up, the more I have to pour out on the feet of Jesus as a drink offering.