Tears Brimming

Tears Brimming by Covenant Woman

Grief arrests us in peculiar ways. Sometimes he’s a violent storm trampling our souls, leaving us battered, bruised. Other times he is a soft breeze rocking us to sleep full of pain and sorrow.
Recently I found him in His gentle state. Tired and bone sore from some physical and emotional wounds I sat down in a chair that wrapped its softness and warmth around me. Resting my head on a pillow, my feet up, weeping overcame me. Not loudly but an inward cry tinged with soft moans. Sometimes the energy to cry can’t be found. Along with pain, a sweet awareness of God’s tender arms permeated the room. His hushing murmurs called me to sleep and I knew He heard the words of my soul.

Tears came, rising out of my well. Just slight – just barely. Brimming in my eyes, they rested while sleep captured me. Awaking twenty minutes later, the tears crested my eyelids and fell. Rinsed and refreshed I was in wonder that though tears were present the pain had fled.