Every Moment, Written In Your Book

“You number my wanderings; Put my tears into Your bottle; Are they not in Your book?” Psalm 56:8**

You whisper this verse in my inner-me when my outer-me has already decided that today is a loss. It is not over in Your eyes. Unaddressed pain leaves me grumpy, but You haven’t forgotten.

Every tear shed You caught. And every tear hidden from man was noted by You.

My days are in Your book. I expect that You make note of the best days and the worst ones are fodder for urging, prodding me to be super-me. But that’s how I see my days.

You. You are different.

Holy comforter, God of my weak heart, You promise redemption by not missing any moment that needs redeeming. Instead of coaching me higher, You launch me there by catching my heavy falls.

You cradle me, Jesus.

I’m a woman too old to be carried, but my Father’s arms grew right alongside me. My pain is not too big for You. You wait for it and when it comes, You retrieve the sweat that falls off my dark moments. Every drop of it.

And You reclaim.

Promise rests in that bottle. Your Father’s eyes for this daughter know that every “ouchie” is opportunity.

You number me. Not to measure my lack, but to give measurement to the depth and height of redemption that is equivocated by my pain.

This little girl has not grown out of her need for the safety of her Daddy, the responder. You move from Father to Daddy with Your response.

And You move me from the one who sheds secret tears, alone, to the one who’s aware that her every wandering is salvaged.

You miss not one minute of mine. My Jesus, with eyes for my details. I worship You anew, on my new day.


**So what do I do with these posts, you ask, other than just read them? First, if you haven’t yet, read: Why I Adore to give you a context for this little space on my blog. (This post also gives context.)

If you are compelled, I invite you to participate. Set up a space and time in your own life to begin adoring. Over laundry or dinner dishes, on your commute to work, or in the wee morning hours — ten minutes is a great start. You can use the verse I list here every day or two as a launch pad for your own adoration.

Then practice praise.

Add to my adoration here, by posting a comment with your own words back to God about God …or hide it in your heart.

I promise your weary soul won’t regret it.

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