"Tears.
I fear the day when I shall be spent of all my tears.
Each soul has been granted a definite jar of tears in their lifetime; for all of happy times and sad times, for days of longing and for nights of desperation, for memories that cannot be lived again and for the remembrance people that have converted into those with daggers for words, even for those that are shed to deceive a person; tears that cause embers to your eyes and tears that heal the soul.
Why would I miss tears? Because they are drops of melted emotions redeemed into the world and out of my soul. When my sorrows are brewing a storm in my heart, tears are the parcels that unleash portions of my grief and heal me.
And where do they go?
Those poured into my pillow, those streaming down my cheeks, those piercing my eyes and staying within the rim of my eyelashes: they are all gathered into a jar in my Heavenly Father's bosom."
