Her husband’s words had sliced her heart wide open. Left her gaping.
“I was crushed to the point [that] my body was shaking and I couldn’t breathe.” She bleeds out all over my screen.
My cursor blinks loud. Blinks and blinks…and blinks some more.
“How can I possibly help bandage those wounds?” I stare and pray.
And then, I remember that I can’t. I can’t stop the bleeding, but I know Someone who can. So, I take her to the Healer…take her there with words and lay her down. Together, we anoint His feet with her tears. He bottles each one.
“You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book. My enemies will retreat when I call to you for help. This I know: God is on my side!” Psalm 56:8-9
At Jesus’ feet, her tears become His treasure…because He paid to redeem them…when He bled out all over.
“He was beaten, he was tortured,
but he didn’t say a word.
Like a lamb taken to be slaughtered
and like a sheep being sheared,
he took it all in silence.
Justice miscarried, and he was led off—
and did anyone really know what was happening?
He died without a thought for his own welfare,
beaten bloody for the sins of my people.
Isaiah 53:7-8 (The Message, emphasis added)