God saves every tear we have ever, and will ever, shed. He has angels save them in bottles, or wineskins, if you read the King James Version.
Why? When we finally meet Jesus in heaven, one of the things we might do (I don’t really know) is go see this storehouse of our tears, our prayers, our lives. It will all be recorded, but somehow washed into a perfect clean by Christ’s death on our account.
When the old order passes away, we will have no more tears, no more pain, no more crying. The way we hurt each other is the old order, and we won’t do that anymore. There won’t be anyone verbally digging at us to score points. No jokes that insult a group of people, or single out the different.
I can’t wait.
I know some friends, just today, that found out more of the unfairness of life. As they cry and pray and search, take a lesson. Because their prayers are made perfect in weakness.