A few days ago I was a little down and I could tell my youngest son, William, was being intentional to see if there was anything he could do to cheer me up. I reassured him I would be just fine but I guess my answer wasn’t good enough.
Moments later a few tears fell from my eyes as I prayed and gave all my fears to God. William whom I didn’t know was still watching from afar came up to me. In his hand, he had a balled up piece of tissue. He says, “Here mom wipe your face with this tissue…this is the tissue you wiped my tears with when we found out you had covid.”
I looked to William in astonishment that my 9 year old son would keep a tissue I had used to wipe his face.
I asked him why did he keep it and his response left me in awe. He replied, “Because they’re my tears, and they are important.”
God spoke to me through my son. The same way William kept the napkin I used to wipe his tears, God bottles each of our tears. There is not one drop of water that comes from our eyes that God doesn’t care about. Whether it be tears of joy, peace, sorrow, fear, you name it. God cares.
Scripture tells us that we are never alone. Even though the Bible tells us when we feel alone, when we feel defeated, when we feel helpless, when we face fears; God is always there. We know this but how do we react as humans? Why are we not comforted in our loneliness knowing we are never truly alone? Why do we dismiss our feelings just because our friends, loved ones, spouses, or whomever don’t pay attention to them?
The answer is simple: we have to trust in God. In the hardest moments we have to remember God’s promises. We have to remain faithful. We must pray and always remember again God cares.
Moment of truth:
When my mom passed March 2021 I felt like a piece of me died. I was lost to say the least. At first I couldn’t cry like I wanted to. I couldn’t release how I needed to so all my thoughts and emotions were pinned up. Until they were spilling all over the place uncontrollably. At times deep down inside I wondered why God would take my mom. I wondered why He would leave me lonely. I had so many questions and was left for a long time without any answers. Or so I thought!
God’s answer was always there. He was always there. Though He seemed to not be present in the midst of all my pain, all my overthinking, all my assumptions, all my misconceptions, etc. He was there. God’s answer to me was “I Am Enough!”
It was past time for me wallowing around in my feelings and it was time to put my focus on Christ.
God was near my hurt, he heard every cry and in Psalm 56 we see that God bottled every last one of my tears.
It brings joy to my heart to know that every burden, every pain, every fear, every sorrow, every anxious moment I’ve had- God was there. He saw me in despair and He cared enough. He cares enough to remember each tear.
Wow!!!!!!!!!!
Talk about love. Talk about dedication. Talk about God.
When folks see us crying, it triggers a person to want to help or provide love and support. It is a form of communication although we are not verbally saying anything. It is a way we as people can lean on others in times of need. Often times we try to communicate but people don’t listen. It may not be until they see the tears that they see what we tried to say all along.
God is not man. He hears our thoughts. He knows what we are thinking before we think it. He knows the reason why we cry. He’s not forgetful. The tears you cried as a child when you fell off your bike; God remembers. The tears you cried when you got stood up on prom night; God remembers. The tears you cried when your boyfriend or spouse left you; God remembers. The tears you cried when you were overlooked for a promotion at work; God remembers. The tears you shed when you saw your newborn baby for the first time; God remembers.
You get what I’m trying to say. OUR TEARS MATTER TO CHRIST!!!!
And then the day will come when there is no more crying, no more death, no pain, no more sorrow.
Yes that time will come and no man, no woman, boy or girl knows the time nor the hour. But until that time comes I want you to remember these few things:
- God cares for you.
- God loves you.
- God recognizes and records all of our tears.
- God bottles up all of our tears.
- God doesn’t dismiss our pain, our burdens, our fears; instead He asks us to bring it to Him.
- God does not abandon us.
- God wants us to realize we are not crying alone.
- Our tears are not in vain.
- God is our comforter.
- God is our Healer.
- God is our way maker.
- God is the light in the darkness.
- God is gentle.
- God is aware of every feeling we feel or have felt before.
You see God placed it on my heart to write this message this morning. I don’t know who this message is intended for but I want those reading this morning to lean on God and not your own understanding. Whatever you are facing, remember you are not alone. Whatever may be bogging you down this morning, know that God can dig you out and deliver you from your own despair.
🎶 I will trust in the Lord, I will trust in the Lord, I will trust in the Lord until I die 🎶
Y’all we as a people are hurting. Our neighbors are hurting, our loved ones are hurting, our communities are hurting, our nation is hurting. There are sick folks, folks dying, violence, sexual immortality, staff shortages, inflation, fear regarding covid, and all other kind of things- but God is still God. He is good. He is worthy. He cares.
God is telling those who are broken-hearted, weary, sad, confused, anxious….I care. Trust me wholeheartedly. Abide in Me.
This morning God is telling us this morning to remain faithful, remain diligent, remain calm, trust in Him, allow Him to give you His peace, find joy in the midst of whatever you are going through. I’ll say it again, God cares. Always remember there is a reason for everything under the sun. You matter. Your son and daughter matter. Your brother and sister matter. Your mom and dad matter. Your feelings matter. Your pain matters. YOUR TEARS MATTER.
Oh Yes! OUR tears matter. Oh how I have cried for so many things and people. I remember crying for when I got my first pet from the flee Market, a white mouse with red eyes. I was about 7 or 8. I was squeezing him and didn’t realize it and I had killed him. I remember Grandma had a picture of Jesus. I layed my mouse in front of it and was praying, crying, and begging, and asking Jesus if he could make him come back alive because I didn’t know what I had done. Oh how I cried…..The mouse didn’t come back alive but I remembered how much it hurt and my Grandma comforting me. Those tears mattered. And I am glad my Grandma comforted me. I remember crying about so many deaths from family, friends, ridicule, pain, ect. I am so Glad that I came to Christ because sometimes that hurt and pain turned into anger amd other things not of our Heavenly Father. From my tears, I learned that crying and expressing sorrow and hurt is better to let it out and to pray about it. I learned how to forgive and to let go and let God. I learned to study God’s Great Word and to Seek Him first and everything will fall in place. I learned that my tears do matter, every one of them because God has more for me than I could ever ask for. Thank you Whitnee for allowing God to use you to spread such a wonderful message.
To God be all the honor and the glory! At the tender age of 7 or 8 you knew love and it’s very apparent you knew Christ before you thought you did through the love and support you received from Hun.
It’s amazing how you laid him in front of Jesus and prayed for him. Though he did not return I am sure by your acts of service God knew it was an accident.
Yes every single one of your tears matters and I’m so happy that you used your experience to inspire me and share with me and others what you have learned. I love you!
💗💗 awesome message today
To God be the glory!
Wow, wow, wow! I just have to say WOW!!! Whitnee, this story about William and the tissue is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard! My goodness, GOD is so tender and good to make this happen. To get your attention! Oh, how YOU MATTER, my sister!
God is tender and He has used my children, your children, God’s children to show His everlasting, tender mercy and care.
I am still amazed at how my 9 year old shared so much wisdom and had so much love and conviction in his heart when he spoke to me.
Glory be to God!