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Where are my tears? Where are yours?
We cry them.
Often the weeping is behind closed doors.
If you are like me, your tears don’t come anymore.

Yes, there is plenty of sadness.
But tears no longer come.
Some of it has to do with medications.
Some has to do with years of postponing feeling.

Other times, it has to do with being unable to let it all go.
I try. But it is hard.
Especially when you are around others who are suffering as well.
I know I’m not the only one going through hard times.

I look around me.
I see others who have very difficult roads to walk.
They haven’t been blessed in ways I have.
It is hard for me to weep when I think about my blessings.

Yes, I know I can still weep and lament as well as count my blessings.
I know that intellectually.
But in reality, I feel whiny when I am able to come home to a cleanish house.
When I have enough food.

When I have people who love me.     stop
But no matter  the reasons for my sorrow,
Weeping is still appropriate.
I love this Scripture.

GOD is storing up my tears in a bottle.
My sorrow is not eternal. It is finite.
It has a beginning and an end.

Thank GOD!

You have kept count of my tossings;
put my tears in your bottle.
Are they not in your book?
 In God, whose word I praise,
in the Lord, whose word I praise,
 in God I trust; I shall not be afraid.
What can man do to me?

Psalm 56:8, 10-11 ESV