Today I cried. The big tears, the kind that fill your eyes, and pour down your cheeks, dampening your entire face.
Tears are a red flag for me – they don’t happen often, but when they do they are worth listening to.
Tears are a window to my soul.
I was sipping my steaming coffee, sitting with my legs curled up beneath me in my favorite armchair, reading from Shelly Miller’s “Rhythms of Rest”, and I was struck by Shelly’s account of how she listens to the Lord while she prays for others. In this way, she tries to receive God’s direction even in her requests.
This made me cry. Who knew what touches our hearts?
“The purposes of a person’s heart are deep waters” – Prov 20:5
It’s true. Our hearts are like exclamation points, highlighting what matters most to us.
Today, my heart is heavy – weighed down with concerns for a loved one and I am desperate not just to ask God for help, but I am desperate to hear God speak to me about these deep felt needs.
As I began to pray for the needs of the one I love, the tears flowed once again, wetting my face. There is a realness to the prayers I speak through tears. You’ve been there, too – going to God with a loved one’s problem – problems you can’t solve, burdens you can’t bear.
I’ll be honest, often my prayer time can be wrote – a traveling down the list of names – asking God to ‘come in‘ – ‘have mercy‘. That’s OK. As a wise and godly woman once told me “There are many ways to approach God. There is no one right way.”
Today, it happened through my tears, as I poured out my heart and God met me there. God’s always there to meet me when I come to Him. Sometimes I’m so busy listening to my own concerns I forget to notice – to listen for a response.
Today, I listened. I felt His peace. His presence in the place of my need.
Thanks be to God that He who made our very hearts, listens to our heart cries and speaks to us in our places of deepest needs.
“Trust in Him at all times, you people;
pour out your hearts to Him,
for God is our refuge.” Psalm 62:8