When do they stop? …the tears I mean… and the bigger question is: Do I want them to? He was born for me in 1987 on this day. He was a gift from a beautiful young woman who could not give him what he needed in his life at the time. He has made me laugh and cry more than any other human being ever has and ever will. He is lost in a sea of add*ction.
I still hope. the Proverbs say, “Hope deferred makes the heart sick…” by that measure, my heart is nearly stopped by now.
What shall I do with all of the tears? The Psalm says, “You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.”
So today I will celebrate the joy of my boy’s birth. I will count on my mourning being turned into dancing.
I love you so much Cindie! I continue to hope and pray with you. Holding onto the promise of Joy coming in the morning! God is never not at work. Even through the darkest ( and longest) valleys I trust with you that Joy is on the horizon for you and your son. God please hear our prayers🙏🏻
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