You've kept track of my every toss and turn
through the sleepless nights,
Each tear entered in your ledger,
each ache written in your book.
through the sleepless nights,
Each tear entered in your ledger,
each ache written in your book.
--Psalm 56:8 (The Message)
The Lord will comfort Israel again
and have pity on her ruins.
Her desert will blossom like Eden,
her barren wilderness like the garden of the Lord.
Joy and gladness will be found there.
Songs of thanksgiving will fill the air.
and have pity on her ruins.
Her desert will blossom like Eden,
her barren wilderness like the garden of the Lord.
Joy and gladness will be found there.
Songs of thanksgiving will fill the air.
--Isaiah 51:3 (NLT)
When my children were younger tears
came for lots of different reasons. They were either hungry, tired,
had an injury, lost a toy, someone called them a bad name, or their
sibling was doing something they didn't like. (That probably happened
more than anything!) Most often the comfort was easy, and the tears
came to a stop in short order. Mom's arms were the perfect comfort.
Today the tears come because of
bigger problems and deeper hurts, and the they can't always whisked away
with a hug from mom or a chat with a friend. I can guarantee Alyssa
and Kyle that the best place for them to turn is to the great and
awesome Comforter, Jesus Christ. He alone understands every hurt, can
fill every loneliness, and mend any relationship.
He alone keeps track of every one of their tears.
He alone can turn mourning into gladness.
He alone can be their refuge and shelter.
He alone.
Oh Lord, you are the Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace You are our refuge and strength, our comfort, and in control over everything in our lives. You,
Lord, kept track of Alyssa and Kyle's every toss and turn through the
sleepless nights, and each of their tears are entered in your ledger,
each ache written in your book. I pray that Alyssa and Kyle come to
know you as their very best friend, and the one in whom they turn when
they are hurting, lonely, or struggling with the circumstances of life.
May they know the comfort of feeling your tender and loving arms around
them when times are hard. You alone will turn their mourning into
gladness, and make beauty from ashes. Joy will be found in you, our
Precious Savior.
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