He Collects Every Tear
The Father knew when He created humanity that there would come a time, a space, a day, and a place where we would be wounded — wounded beyond our intellect and comprehension, unable to articulate the pain of our experiences. God knew there would be moments when words would fail us, so He gave us tears.
So, I wept.
Tears have a language all their own — one that heaven understands perfectly. They are transcribed in the corridors of eternity. That’s how sacred they are. King David shared this mystery in Psalm 56:8 (NLT):
“You keep track of all my sorrows.
You have collected all my tears in Your bottle.
You have recorded each one in Your book.”
Think about that. Every tear you’ve cried has been documented in heaven — every sorrow, every silent ache, every whisper too painful to speak.
When words fail you, weep.
Open your heart to His Spirit and let Him begin the healing work that only He can do.
The Word tells us in Proverbs 18:14 (NKJV):
“The spirit of a man will sustain him in sickness,
But who can bear a broken spirit?”
In His divine wisdom, God designed our spirits to carry the weight of physical affliction — but not a broken heart. A broken spirit is too heavy for us to bear alone. And how is our spirit broken? Scripture tells us, “By sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.”
So I ask you — what, or who, has broken your heart?
Jesus said He is near to the brokenhearted and saves those crushed in spirit. I know that place well. I was so brokenhearted that I no longer wanted to live when my husband decided our marriage was over. I loved him deeply, but God was about to teach me how to love him like He loved him.
I wasn’t weeping over what we had — I was weeping over what we didn’t have, what I longed for, not just for myself but for my family and generations to come.
Maybe you’re in a broken marriage right now and ready to give up. I was there. I knew about hell — I had read the books — and I was ready to end it all. But God interrupted my plans. He challenged me to lay my life down for someone who had wounded me deeply, because there is no greater love than this: that a man lay down his life for his friends.
He wanted me to understand His heart — how He loves us even in our sin, how He pursues one lost soul, how His love covers a multitude of sins. He was teaching me that real love doesn’t walk away; it endures, it forgives, it transforms.
This was my cross — the place He chose for me to die to myself, to learn His kind of love.
In my weakness, His strength was made perfect. In my furnace of affliction, He was branding me with His love.
When my marriage ended in divorce, I reminded the Lord of every sacrifice — every fast, every tear, every offering, every day I stood believing for restoration. And yet, all I could do was weep some more.
Years later, just two days before my ex-husband passed away, on August 19, 2012, the Spirit of God fell upon me in church. I wept uncontrollably, not knowing he was in the hospital or that his lungs had failed. I could only pray, “You promised, God. You promised.”
Two days later, I received the call that he was gone. It didn’t end the way I imagined, but God reminded me that He had honored my sacrifice — not by saving a marriage, but by saving a soul.
It was bigger than my marriage. It was about my ministry.
I used to say, “I can’t wait to read the books in heaven — the ones written from all my years of weeping for a love that was never mine to keep, but was meant to redeem generations after me.”
And now, God is letting me read those pages right here on earth.
He didn’t make me wait for heaven — He’s revealing my love story now.
So I say to you: give Him your tears.
Let Him finish the story. Don’t ever give up on what God has promised you.
Your tears are not in vain.
There is coming a day when He will wipe every tear from your eyes and give you a harvest of joy.
I wept
To find words, I'd have to go to God’s library of knowledge,
Take a trip through the universe and come back from heaven’s college,
Because earthly words failed me from the English language,
as I languished,
and anguished,
to adequately translate my tears.
So, I wept.
For a love,
that could only come from above,
while the angels collected,
redirected and protected your life,
while God was making me a wife.
I wept from a place of intimacy where we shared secrets that were concealed,
Before we were placed in our mothers' wombs,
Longing to be revealed,
as i was being healed.
God knew from the day of our ordination and conception,
at the point of inception,
we would connect,
Chosen before time as two of His elect,
I wept for a love that we shared in eternity before time and space,
I wept for the day we would come face to face,
I wept for the moment I would feel your embrace,
I wept while God wrote our story,
Making us special representatives of his grace and his glory.
I wept as deep called unto deep,
So, you would recognize me when God woke you from your sleep,
and told you I was yours to keep.
I wept for the day you would say I do,
knowing God did not run out of ink,
because we didn’t run out of tears,
while he prepared us for the day we would link,
while waiting through the years,
For the day your spirit would join with me,
from eternity,
For the day, you would remember I already loved you.