When we cry in silence, I think it’s probably the best time to communicate with God. Not that we should be sad when we pray, but that we feel so connected to Him, that we have no fear in laying it all out on the table. When we’re going through trials in life – when it seems those problems will never end, or we will never get the answers we hope for – when we come to the end of our rope – we can still count on the King of Creation to hear our prayers.

We are in the season of life where many of those we’ve known during our lifetime have passed away and are enjoying the benefits of heaven. It makes me a little jealous in wishing that I was there with them. I know that God still has something for me to do on this earth, so I resign myself to His will. It’s not easy though.

Tears begin to flow as I think about what Jesus has done for all of us.  He could’ve chosen another way to deliver us from the sting of death and darkness of sin, but He didn’t.  His love – God’s love – is so great that it was the only way.  His resurrection ensures our place in heaven, and I know without a doubt that my friends will be there with their Savior.  I can’t wait to be with all of them too.

Mountainous clouds entwine in a sky of black,
Filling with tears from the Lord of all.
He sees and He knows our tribulation.
The depth of our sorrow is in His hands.
There is nothing we can do to take away our sadness.
We cannot change the course of our lives,
But He has turned His tears to cleansing waters
Through the death of His beloved Son.
Washed – forgiven for sin’s deadly pain,
We can dance in His refreshing rain




As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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5 Responses to THE HARDEST TEARS

  1. tamweary says:

    Beautiful Kathy! Dance on💃🏽

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  2. BT says:

    As someone once said “tears are the language God understands”

    So Good!

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  3. Amen! Prayer is one special place to experience our Lord. Kathy, thanks for sharing your encouraging verses at the end of this post. God’s grace and peace continues to lead you. God bless!

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