I have cried a storm before. My tears were full, deep and came down like a flood. I cried because I was grieved. The trials in my life had become too heavy to bear and my tears drowned my pillow.
I sometimes wonder if it was God’s tears when He flooded the earth.
Genesis 7 talks about Noah, the ark and the flood. God saw how wicked the hearts of man were. He was sorrowful, so sorrowful that it would make sense to me that while those 40 years of the flood was happening, God was grieving.
There are times when there is no comfort for our tears.
But the morning came one day. The land was dry, the sun was probably shining and Noah, his family and the animals eventually left the ark. Everything was brand new and man began again.
The morning came for me too. I had joy again. The Lord sent His comforter to me and He consoled me. He wiped my tears away and put a song in my heart. He answered my prayer to heal and He uplifted my countenance. He put a smile upon my face again.
David says it best in Psalms 116: “I love the LORD, for he heard my voice; he heard my cry for mercy. Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as long as I live.” No matter how many storms I cry in this lifetime, I will call on The Lord and He will cry with me, but He will also give me joy in the morning.
There’s something special about a good night’s sleep. When the next day comes, it seems to erase all of yesterdays. Perhaps God is whispering in or ear as we sleep. Maybe He’s singing to us and calming our spirits while we rest.