I give my tears to Christ because I know that He cares. He carried my sorrows, He is the only One who could. When I am in despair I know that He hears me. He knew my despair long before it fell upon me and He can carry me through it.
My tears come when I don’t know what to do. It’s sadness, yes. And it is grief. But it is also a question: Lord, how I can make this better? I feel powerless and lost. So I give Christ my tears with a plea: Help me make sense of this, help me heal this, help me help this… Help me.
I wonder why God keeps track of my sorrows, but it comforts me that He does. Maybe it is so I don’t have to, I can let them go, one by one, because I know that He has them safely with Him. Yes, he carries my sorrows.
Christ’s work on the cross for me is my only hope. Without Him, my sorrows would drown me and I would keep creating more and more of them. With Him, I am restored and reminded that it doesn’t all depend on me. I can sometimes say, “I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to help,” and know that Christ has already put an end to my suffering, I need only hand over my tears and trust Him.
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
Meeting God at the Park 