Tears don’t come easily for me. My indignation rises when I hear of godlessness and injustice, but do my deeply held convictions really grip my heart? So I was thrilled the other day when God granted me the gift of tears. I had just been thinking about the travesty of unborn babies being ripped apart for the convenience of their mothers and/or the insistence of family members and for the sake of abortionists’ greed in accordance with our society’s high value of sexual license. Then unexpectedly I found my tears mingling with the dishwater there at the sink, sobbing at the fate of those precious children! Thank you, Lord, for giving me tears!
Lord, please give me tears often to cry…
…for my brothers and sisters imprisoned and tortured for your sake.
…for women and children in slavery, exploited by cruel, greedy, and lustful men.
…for hearts so hard as to do these things to others.
…for unborn children bring torn limb from limb every day.
…for people longing for the freedom I take for granted.
…for my self-centeredness.
…for the cold, hungry and homeless.
…for those who have never known the true love of a mother, or father.
…for the poverty of my love for you and others.
…for those existing day by day with no hope of heaven to give meaning to their lives.
Your kingdom come
Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven!