When I was a little girl, I believed with all my heart that God collected all my tears. I have no idea what he did with them. But I know my tears never went unnoticed by him and he heard every tear…every word. I always felt better after I cried with him.
I’ve shed many tears this past year over lots of children and lots of families I don’t even know. Some of these sweet, beautiful babies have died from cancer and other diseases. These last children died in their classroom from gunshots.
I’m crying and trying to make sense of it, and I just can’t. I know my Lord. He’s awesome and loving and just. And this, this seems so unjust. Parents burying their babies. I can’t wrap my mind around it and I feel distant from God. I hate that the most.
I’m gonna continue to cry and pray. I don’t know if I will come up with anything but I know The Lord will hear me. I know he will cry with me, and I hope he gives me some peace.