The Voice of Our Tears

Good morning, my friend!  Good morning, Father!

“Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God's Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don't know how or what to pray, it doesn't matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That's why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.” – Romans 8:26-28 (MSG)

Lord, what a beautiful picture these verses paint of the intimacy with which You not only know, but care for us.  How I thank You that our prayers don’t need to be eloquent, or even coherent to be understood by You.   Our groans and our tears are laced with thousands of thoughts and feelings that lose their way on the way to our lips.  We praise You, Father, for Your ability to interpret every sigh, You know the hurt behind every groan and the reason and meaning of every tear.  What a wonder to consider that You know it all in infinite detail, and without hesitation, You still claim us as Your own.

Father, I lift my friend before You.  We come before You by the Blood of the Lamb.  Your child is pouring their heart out to You and holding nothing back.  Your shoulders are broad to carry it all, and like a mother, Your ears discern the meaning of every cry.  Where they are at a loss for words, let their groans and sighs be heard.  Hear the voice of their tears.  Jehovah-Rapha, God our Healer, minister healing to their every pain and grief.  May their suffering be met with compassion, their dismay with peace, confusion with wisdom and their plight with deliverance.  Fill their emptiness with the fullness of Your Spirit, and answer their poverty with Your abundance.  In Your grace and mercy, give them consolation in Your presence.  Hear them both in their torrent of words and tearful silence.  They need You, Lord.  In Jesus Name ❤️ 

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