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There are certain people in scripture that really appeal to me and King David is one of them. Not because he became king, but because he believed the LORD would do what He said He would do no matter what. David believed the LORD even when he was living in caves and it looked like there was no way ever that he would become king.

He is referred to as a man after God’s own heart, and despite all that he did, the wrong decisions, the breaking of Torah law, the self-reliance, he always came back to the LORD, and quickly too. Not only that, but he shared everything with the LORD, he praised Him in his sorrow, his fear, his joy and his love.

He shared everything with the LORD, it just bears repeating doesn’t it?

In Psalm 56 David states that the LORD collects every tear we cry, that He collects them in a bottle and cherishes them because they are ours, and I dare say because they represent all of our life’s emotions.

Just recently I was thinking about this very thing, tears in a bottle, and that David was talking about the sorrows of life. All of us have shed more than our fair share, Christ Himself said there is trouble in this world, but not to fear because He has overcome the world.  If Christ Himself says you’re going to have trouble, you’d better believe it, and you’d better believe that it will come with tears.

Yet tears don’t always come with pain do they? Although that’s the most common thing we think of when we think about tears, they also come with great joy, with laughter and with love. They express the full spectrum of our emotions from the unbearably painful to the unbearably lovely.

And, I’m sure that the LORD catches those joyful tears too. Not just the ones we shed in our pain, but also the ones we shed when we are overwhelmed by love and the beauty of life. He is there with us in them all, experiencing every emotion with us, catching every tear that slides down our cheeks because they are precious to Him, and that’s because we are precious to Him.

“Go back and tell Hezekiah, the leader of my people, ‘This is what the LORD, the God of your father David, says: I have heard your prayer and seen your tears;….”

2 Kings 20:5a

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It’s amazing what slips your mind when you’re super busy. It’s like whatever is typical, or usual, just falls out of your head because your mind is just too full.

Yesterday when I picked my son up from school, I asked him all the usual questions. How as your day? What did you learn? Who did you hang out with? Not play with at recess, mind you, now that he’s in the 6th grade he’s a little too old for that, but ‘hang out with’. Then I went one step further and asked him how he liked his lunch.

‘I didn’t have a lunch,’ was his reply.

Didn’t have lunch? Now, one of the reasons I asked him about his lunch was that I had bought something to give him for lunch that he really likes, a treat for him since he’s been working hard and doing pretty well at navigating the crocodile ridden waters of the 6th grade.

Before I had a chance to comment, he told me his friends had given him a couple pieces of Lunchables ham, a slice of cheese and a few swigs of water so that he didn’t starve.

‘I didn’t give you a lunch?’ I asked him.

‘No,’ he said.

‘Didn’t I tell you to get your lunch out of the fridge?’


I sat for a moment absorbing this information that officially classified me as a horrible mother, before I proceeded to tell him that I had gotten a special lunch together for him. But, I must have forgotten to tell him about it, and in the rush of the morning we both ran out of the house without thinking about it.

‘Didn’t I just feed you yesterday?’ I asked attempting to make him smile. He gave me a half hearted smile back, which assured me that even though it worked out okay, he still thought I was totally lame.

I felt totally lame. I couldn’t believe that I had forgotten to feed my child. It’s not like I have half a dozen running around and somehow one ended up behind the door and was forgotten. I only have one to keep track of, so it shouldn’t be very difficult for me to remember that his lunch was in a different spot than usual and remind him to go and get it.

Now, I could make all the excuses in the world. I was really busy trying to get ready to go -I was; I had a lot on my mind trying to get things together for a luncheon that day – I did; or my brain was just way too full of all the things I needed to write in the next 48 hours – it was. But, none of those things make a hill of beans when your in the 6th grade sitting at the lunch table with your friends and your mother’s forgotten to give you your lunch.

Of course, we never really pay to much attention to all those other times that we were fed on a pretty regular basis.

My son, who is very quick, always thinking in six different directions at once, decided to capitalize on my lameness by asking for Burger King since he was so hungry. Of course, to try to avoid the cost of therapy for him later in life I said yes.

Later, as I sat thinking about taking care of my son, I started to think about how we have a God who takes care of us. We just trust that he will give us what we need just at the right time, which is pretty much how He operates, and he never, ever forgets to give us our lunch.

“These all look to You to give them their food at the proper time.  When You give it to them, they gather it up; when You open Your hand, they  are satisfied with good things.”
Psalm 104:27-28

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