Tears

Tears are inevitable. I’ve been shedding a few myself lately, some over legitimately sad situations, and more than a couple over things I can’t control. Pride and control, that nasty set of twins, have reared their hideous heads and are doing a hatchet job on my insides.

There we have it – the ugly truth.  

Misplaced priorities and a desire to effect change where it is neither my place nor in my power to do so – those irascible rascals are calling the tune, and I’m playing right into their hands. Short-temperedness is a frequent companion, and on its heels, an oversolicitousness that tries to compensate for any messes made by the former.

Overthinking, thy name is Thea.

I texted this verse today to a couple of prayer partners who, like me, are facing tear-shedding circumstances:

“Beloved, I pray that you may prosper in all things and be in health, just as your soul prospers.” – 3 John 1:2

Isn’t that a comforting thought? Prosperity in body and soul?

I texted the aforementioned friends that I needed the Savior to show up for me and the people I care about today.

True to form, He came through in ways I didn’t expect.

Through my tears, I felt His presence.

All will or will not be well. Well, that is, by human standards. By human reckoning, In the timetable by which we humans live.

We live in a broken world, after all.

But that brokenness, like everything else, will pass. God says so in His word:

“And he will swallow up on this mountain the covering that is cast over all peoples, the veil that is spread over all nations. He will swallow up death forever; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from all faces, and the reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth, for the Lord has spoken.” – Isaiah 25:7-8

What a Savior.