You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.—Psalm 56:8 (NLT)
“Don’t shake that bottle, Jeanette. It will make tons of bubbles, and we’ll get a glass full of those instead of the grape juice.”
I blinked in confusion at my husband, Kevin, who’s rarely bossy. Especially this early in the morning. “But that’s what Daddy always did when we had grape juice. My brother and I would argue over the glass with the most bubbles.”
I had less than a dozen distinct memories of my father, who left when I was six and died when I was ten. Grape juice bubbles was one of the happiest.
“Aha,” he said, as an understanding smile lightened Kevin’s face.
Jesus sees every wound of my soul, even the broken places I’ve hidden from myself. He understands why I need that silly reminder of Daddy and the purple bubbles. Jesus sees the tears that slip down my cheeks in secret for all the disappointments and lost opportunities. Better yet, He fills every hole in my heart with His love and compassion.
When I was young, I often asked Jesus why I was fatherless. Now that I’m not so young, I realize He’s given me the best Father ever. My heavenly Father, who will never leave me.
My bottle of tears may be huge. But Jesus’s fondness for me is immeasurable.
Faith Step: If you have a hole of disappointment or pain in your heart, ask Jesus to fill it up with the love and kindness that only He can supply.
Adapted from Mornings with Jesus
