Have you ever wept before God? I have. Several times, actually. But the time I’m speaking of on this occasion was one of the most cleansing, beautiful experiences of my Spiritual life. At that time in my life, I was hurting to my core. There really aren’t words to describe the pain in my soul. I wanted something from God that I know He wanted too because His word says so. But, I knew He would not change someone else’s will to make it happen. I asked Him anyway. I begged for a miracle. I asked for the situation to touch the hem of His garment. That if I could be in His physical presence, I would reach out in complete faith to touch His robe and all would be well in my home. I knelt down on the not-so-soft carpet in my living room and began to pray. My Spirit called out to my Father in a way like no other time in my life. As tears filled my eyes, my petition became stronger. I begged my Lord. I bowed down blending my face with the floor. I will never forget the feeling of my burning tears running up my forehead because my head was so low. God was there. Catching my tears in His bottle. Holding me tight. Grieving with me. His grace was sufficient for me. He ultimately told me no, but paved a new way, delivered me, and set me back on my feet. It was not the path I expected, but I trusted that He needed me to have this experience so I could help someone else down the road – that somehow He would turn my mourning into joy. If you have not wept before God, it may not be your time; but, if it ever is, you'll find Him on the not-so-soft carpet of your life with your head bowed low. He’ll be right there with you and His grace will be sufficient for you.
Hoping your mourning is now turned to joy,
"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