Beautiful Tears

I write to encourage others as well as myself.

When I think of the immeasurable goodness of the Father, when I really focus on Him, when I really look at Him, and see all of the beauty that he holds, and see all of the immeasurably kind and good and gentle and loving things he's done for me and for others, I cannot help but cry.

I cannot help but cry because day-to-day life and hardships do not/could not compare with the beauty he has to offer. 
Of course there is beauty in day to day life, but when you look hard enough, you'll see his face. 
Whether it be children playing, kindness from a stranger, a much needed hug, or a kind word... it stems from his heart.

This man who loves me/you/us/ everyone. 
Who loves me with a love that I could never experience from another person. 
Who loves me through all of my anger, my frustration, my judgments, who loves the ugliest me with all of my ugly words, actions, thoughts. 
Without judgement, he loves.

He loves when I am untrusting of him. When I don't listen to him, still he loves.
He will never stop loving, pursuing, or desiring me, you, us, everyone.

When I think of the Lord. When I think of how he has healed me. 
Physically, mentally, and heart(ly).
I simply cannot help but cry. 
To think of all of the freedom that I have experienced. 
And the countless healings of myself and others.
I cannot help but be overwhelmed with tears.

When circumstances and seasons are difficult, unfair, confusing, hurtful, I cannot forget the truth.
I/we/us cannot let go of the truth.
That the Lord, our Father, God, Holy Spirit, Jesus, Yahweh, Jehovah, Daddy loves us immeasurably and wants us to have a whole lot of good.
His good.
Eternal good.

He has done, and will continue to do immeasurably kind things for us. 

When letting go of faith and agreeing with the lies seems easiest, the truth still reigns.

Everyone has a different story, struggle, circumstance, but he sees all.


And when I think of eternity, I cannot help but cry at the beauty it holds.
To be with the lover, the creator, the kindest heart with purest love. 
I cannot help but rejoice.



I am sure that what we are suffering now cannot compare with the glory that will be shown to us - Romans 8:18