A Sacred Flow of Tears

. . . When Our Tears Touch the Heart of God . . .

Photo by Claudia

I heard her voice cracking as she described the situation in her marriage to me over the phone. She paused briefly, cleared her throat, and resumed her story. I could tell she was trying to hold back her emotions. At the end of our conversation, I asked if I could pray with her. She agreed. As my prayer ended, she could no longer hold back the tears and began to sob uncontrollably. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“It’s okay,” I said.  “I understand.”

And, oh yes, I did! Not only did I understand, but I knew her flow of tears was sacred in the eyes of God. Her heart was breaking in His presence so He could enter in and bring her healing.

When our lives are rocked with troubles of catastrophic proportions, many of us try not to cry, try to be strong, try to hold back the tears. But when the burning pain within us gets to the breaking point and  tears begin to flow, that’s when the real freedom can start to take hold.

For I believe it’s at those moments when God’s heart is able to reach down to ours to encompass us in His love. God welcomes our tears. In fact, He cherishes them. In Psalm 56:8 David even says God puts our tears in His bottle. “You put my tears into your bottle. Are they not in your book?” David asks.

Why are tears precious to God? Why does the Bible picture God as keeping our tears in a bottle and making note of them in His book?

A Broken Heart

Weeping is often an outward sign of what is happening inwardly. When we cry, our heart is in the midst of breaking. It’s softening. Our control of the situation is at an end. The problem is bigger than we are. Our emotions are telling us we no longer have answers.

When we allow the tears to flow, the pain ripping at our hearts opens them up to a brokenness that can then be healed by the mighty hand of God – if we will let him. Psalm 34 says, “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Tears are sacred. They are the God-given gift to us that allows Him to prepare the soil of our hearts for His healing so we can receive more of Him and more of the gifts He wants to give us.

When we are walking through the valley, trying to hold on to hope, but knowing hope is only possible by giving our situation to God, many of us struggle to let go. Letting go does not come naturally. We want to hold on and figure things out for ourselves. When we finally do, for some of us letting go and surrendering our circumstances to God may be accompanied by tears as we finally give up trying to be in charge. When our hearts break in His presence, He will sit with us in our grief. He will comfort our hearts and put them back together so they can reflect the mystery of His perfect calling for our life.

Those Who Wept in the Bible

Time and again we read about characters of the Old and New Testaments shedding tears as they prayed and wept before God in anguish over their circumstances. They were not hot angry tears, but surrendering, heartbreaking tears. And when their hearts were surrendered to the Lord, God heard and answered their prayers.

  • The faithful King Hezekiah was given 15 more years to live (Isaiah 38:1-5).
  • Nehemiah was able to go and rebuild the wall of Jerusalem (Nehemiah 1:4 – 2:6).
  • David was protected from his enemies over and over again and went on to become the most celebrated king of Israel (Psalm 6:6-10, 39:12).
  • A sinful woman was forgiven of her many sins while she wept in repentance and washed Jesus’ feet with her tears (Luke 7:44-47).
  • Paul’s anguish and heartfelt tears resulted in God’s leading him with sensitivity in his writing of his letter to the Corinthians so the people could see his love rather than be grieved by his words of correction (2 Cor. 2:4)

Songs of Joy

God heals the brokenhearted. When our tears bring us into communion with God in prayer and we allow Him to come deeper into our hearts, He can transform that pain into something new. Our hearts become fresh clay that He can mold into a more compassionate, caring, and sensitive vessel He can fill with his love and purpose.

And perhaps that’s why the Bible also says, “Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy. Those who go out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with them (Psalm 126:5-6).

I love this image for in it I see a picture of ourselves when we are the brokenhearted. When we come to God, tears flowing and our hearts humbled and surrendered into God’s holy hands, our tears can water the softening soil of our hearts to produce blessings that only His love within us can produce. And with His blessings of love come the songs of joy.

Don’t be afraid of tears. When your heart is breaking, let the tears wash the pain from your heart so your heart is ready to experience God’s healing balm and the fullness of His amazing love.

“My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise” (Psalm 51:17).

Think about this. If God’s love is using your tears to water the soil of your heart, what blessings might result from this?  What are the “sheaves” you will carry later on as you sing your songs of joy? I’d love to see your comments.

If you want to fight for your marriage, let me walk with you through the pages of my book, Fighting for Your Marriage while Separated. There you will find practical help that can guide you toward reconciliation even if you’re fighting for your marriage alone.

 

 

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Joy in the Darkest Moments

On my blog I often talk about finding hope in unexpected places. And I believe it.  I’ve seen it and lived it.  But finding joy in the darkest moments? That’s another issue.  Can you find joy in those dark moments when death is imminent?

My friend Judy did. And through her I saw it also—joy in an unexpected place– in one of the darkest moments of a person’s life.

But I didn’t fully realize what I saw until three weeks later.

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Having just received the dreaded phone call that Judy had finally succumbed to her cancer, I sat on my bed with tears in my eyes, and reflected on my last conversation with her just three weeks earlier. Judy’s voice had grown weak and feeble at this point, and she carefully enunciated each word. But she did not complain. No, not Judy. Instead, the natural storyteller in her rose up to tell me the joyful happenings of the last few weeks, happenings that, now as I sat in reflection, brought her life full circle to reinforce the beautiful narrative of who she was as a woman.

When Judy was first diagnosed with cancer and given eighteen months to live, the news was devastating, but she was amazingly at peace.  She approached her remaining days with gusto and grabbed that diagnosis by the throat, deciding to live fully until the very end. When the doctor gave her that last fatal report, he asked her what she wanted to do with her remaining time.  “I want to go skydiving,” she said.

And she meant it.

Judy was what I would call a renaissance woman. She was a beautiful woman and dressed impeccably. She was an artist, a published author, a successful business woman, a dedicated Christian, and stood solidly behind her convictions.. She gave of herself through her worldly goods, her time, and her service. She reached out to the disadvantaged, adopting two orphans from Mexico, helping in an inner city ministry, and most notably, following her passion to protect unborn babies. Mixed in with all these other attributes, she was also a pilot. It was during her days of flying that she had met her husband Mitch.

Now, with only months remaining, she wanted to go skydiving and have a gala for her newest book, Fascinating Women. Although her husband eventually nixed the idea of her skydiving, she did have her gala, and it was splendid. She gave the proceeds to a pancreatic cancer non-profit.

Although it was remarkable to watch her living through her final months of life with such zest and passion—and beautiful to the very end—it’s the last days of her life that I marvel at most.

When I talked with her three weeks before she died, she recounted to me the joyful happenings of her previous few weeks as she lovingly chose special gifts for each of her grandchildren when they came to visit her one last time.  Judy was an elegant woman. Both her clothes and home reflected her exquisite taste. And with great care, she chose something from her closet, her jewelry box, or her home to give to each of her seventeen grandchildren. As we talked, she described in detail each visit, her special connection to the gifts chosen, and how each grandchild reacted when she gave them one of her special treasures.  She happily described a granddaughter trying on an outfit and saying, “Oh, look, Grama, how beautiful this is. And it fits perfectly.”

Judy was dying, but she was full of joy in her giving.

Now as I sat on the edge of my bed and reflected on the joy she radiated in the darkest moments of her life, I remembered the last book she had unveiled at her gala. Confessions of a Cheerful Giver.

And that was her secret.

Giving to others.

She had spent her life learning to give joyfully, and now at the end, when life was ebbing away, she was still giving. It was her hope, her joy. She indeed was a cheerful giver.

I didn’t realize how near the end she was the last time I spoke with her. But I heard the joy in her voice. In those dark moments, she still had joy—an extension of the joy she’d found throughout her life—the joy of giving.

 

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