Psalm 56: 8
You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in Your bottle. You have recorded each one in Your book.
O my dear, tender-loving Father, You are the great God of the Universe, yet You are my Daddy (Abba), Who invites me into Your lap, and You wrap Your strong, protective arms around me.
You take such careful note of all my sorrows, even collecting all my tears in Your bottle and recording each one in Your journal.
Why would You do all this, if not to demonstrate how Your own heart grieves for my pain and hurts! Such gentle care You give me, so tenderhearted and strong.
