Tears

The last 48 hours have pretty much sucked.  I hate to use that word, but I can't think of anything tonight to put there in it's place.  Challenging situations, people who have wounded me to the depths of my soul, people who don't know anything about me making remarks that smart.  Many tears have dropped from my eyes....

Yet, He catches them.  He counts them.  He keeps them.

Father, I love you. I thank you for the pain because it's then that I see you most clearly.  You are the lover of my soul, my Abba Father.  Thank you for allowing these challenges to refine me, to temper my flesh, and to make me into the woman You have created me to be.

Psalm 56:8
Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?