God didn’t HAVE to put tiny, pain killing hormones into our tear drops, you know?
He didn’t. But He did. He DID.
And I think that this fact says so much about His tender, loving character.
I’m about to reveal how totally ridiculous I am, here, in my next thought. Prepare yourselves. BUT, I feel, as someone who, one of my top love languages is physical touch, that, now, after knowing these facts, that when I cry…I can’t help but imagine that my eyes are receiving a series of miniature hugs from God, in each tear drop that falls. Feel free to laugh out loud if you haven’t already done so.
Permission granted. I have no shame in my ridiculousness.
Do these tiny, pain-killing hormones in our tears make the process, pain and gut-wrenching, raw moments of grief any easier? No. Absolutely not. I don’t think anything could make this process “easier.” Grief isn’t pretty. It most definitely isn’t easy. It’s messy. It’s uncomfortable. Very. And, honestly, it’s seemingly unpredictable.
But, do you know what those tiny, pain-killing hormones DO make me feel? Seen. Seen by God Himself. They make me feel welcomed in His presence. In His arms. And in His thoughts. Before I was even an idea to my parents, the Creator, of our universe, knew that this week, specifically, today and next year…that my family would need those pain-killing hormones. We’ll take a bulk order of them, actually! Please and thank you! He knew that He would want to be so, so near to us, and bring us comfort, in our greatest moments of pain, that He chose to bring relief…even in our tear drops. Even if we push Him away. Even if we are angry at Him. At life. And at the seemingly unfairness that life brings. He. Is. Still. There. We can’t escape His nearness.
In each tear drop. He is there.
Whether we choose to acknowledge Him or not.
He says, “let me ease that pain a bit, please.”
So…to my friends, family and strangers alike - I say this to you. I urge you, even:
Don’t run from God in your pain.
Run to Him. To His arms.
Let. Him. Into. Your. Process.
You don’t have to clean yourself up first.
He isn’t afraid of your anger, sorrow, grief or frustration.
He isn’t disappointed in your “bad days.”
Know that He is there with you.
And WANTS to be there with you.
Even when other humans don’t know how to be with you.
He isn’t uncomfortable.
He is as near as your tear drops are to your eyes.
Let out your tears. Let them flow.
Relief is on its way, one drop at a time.
Photos: http://rose-lynnfisher.com/tears.html
Facts: https://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/the-microscopic-structures-of-dried-human-tears-180947766/
