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To the weary and healing soul currently walking through the heavy, quiet valley of profound grief, please remember that “Tears are prayers too. They travel to God when we can’t speak” (Psalm 56:8). In moments when the weight of loss paralyzes your voice and leaves your spirit completely wordless, your weeping becomes a sacred language of its own. You do not need to construct perfect phrases, force an attitude of strength, or explain the depth of your agony to the Creator of your heart. Every single drop that falls from your eyes is an unedited, deeply honest transmission of love and longing that reaches the heavens instantly. Sacred scripture assures us that God does not look away from your pain, nor does he expect you to rush through it, instead, he counts your tossings, intimately tracks your sorrows, and tenderly collects every tear into his bottle, storing them as precious evidence of a soul that loved deeply. Let the tears flow without shame or restriction, knowing that they are sacred, precious, and holy liquid prayers carrying your grief directly into the hands of the One who promises to hold you close, sustain your broken spirit, and eventually turn your mourning into a quiet, lasting peace within the heart.
ELISABETH BABARCI 