There is a beautiful picture in the Psalms, of God collecting each of our tears in a bottle (Psalm 56:8).
mourn with those who mourn (Romans 12:15)
I know I’m not forgotten, Lord.
That you see my anguished tears in the quiet of the night.
You see my heart.
You know my anger. My sadness. My regret. The emptiness I feel.
You know how desperately I miss my little Andrew.
How every day, I see him in my mind’s eye among us. Or rather, the shadow of what should have been.
You record each tear (Psalm 56:8)
Bring healing, I pray.
Fill this void within me.
Help me never to forget what desperate pain feels like. So that I may always have compassion and grace.
Remind me of my needs, so I can strive to help others in theirs.