Tear Soup

Tear Soup

Tear Soup

Oh my gosh, my head feels like it’s going to blow up! I can’t believe I signed up for 30 blogs in 30 days. Like I have time for that?! When I started blogging years ago someone told me just do 1 a week. That felt like a lot considering all the other things I was doing. Okay, here goes. Sorry, I’m just venting.

This is going to be short and sweet.

My husband George and I were talking about the scripture; God holding your tears in a bottle (Psalm 56:8) and George said; yours would be more like a bathtub. We both laughed.

Yeah, a bathtub for sure due to my own sorrow and choices but maybe a bowl about the things that lined up with HIS heart. Maybe it’s just tear soup!

Think about it.

How much do we really grieve over our own “stuff” because we wish we wouldn’t have done ….

We hadn’t said….

We didn’t do….

He broke my heart but I kept putting up with non-sense so what else would you expect?

I think those are the bathtub tears.

When you have children out of wedlock and you’re going through a tuff time as a single mom. Financially and otherwise but….(ouch) our choices.

When we have to take a job out of desperation and the job picks us versus US picking our jobs.

When our bank accounts don’t balance with our desires. Have you heard the saying; You have champagne taste on a beer budget?

Yep, that’s where those bathtub tears come from.

But what about those tears in the bottle?

Ever think about that?

I sorta think that they are “special tears”

Tears of intercession

Tears that line up with HIS heart

Tears that make HIM weep also and your heart is lining up with that so the result is “sweet innocent pure tears” that HE holds in a bottle.

Thoughts that line up with his thoughts so your heart cries tears.

Think about it or just ponder…

Where are those tears coming from?

How can you change that (if necessary) and move forward?

Just a thought…

Yours?

Rebekah Lea Phelps

2 thoughts on “Tear Soup

  1. Hi, Rebekah, your tears really hit home with me today. Earlier I was listening to an old CD by Carly Simon – she’s been in the news lately, she wrote a book about her career. One of her songs is called I Haven’t Got Time for the Pain. She was caught in regret about her “stuff” and crying herself to sleep every night. She sings: Suffering was the only thing that made me feel I was alive, Though that’s just how much it cost to survive in this world ’til you showed me how, how to fill my heart with love, How to open up and drink in all that white light Pouring down from the heaven, I haven’t got time for the pain. I don’t know “who” she was talking about, the words leave it open to interpretation. Thanks for sharing

    • Hi Barbara, I can’t tell you how much this touched my heart and how much it means to touch YOURS. Boy I can totally relate to that. I’ll have to look up the song. I just told someone today, survival mode is GREAT if you’re lost in a forest BUT you simply can’t and shouldn’t learn to live that way.

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