The Handkerchief

The handkerchief was vivid pink, marked with white circles and little black triangles–my three favorite colors. I loved the handkerchief because it was a present from my dad right before the divorce.

After my parents divorced, my mother, sister and I traveled from Arkansas to California. The major change impacted me immensely. I would lie on the mattress in my bedroom, grasping my handkerchief and sobbing, praying to God. I felt alone and afraid. I was afraid about beginning in a new school, about  finances, and several other dilemmas, but I had yet to consider trusting God.

To feel near to my father, I would wipe the tears I cried as a result of losing him on the handkerchief and pray we would be reunited. We were, eventually, and temporarily reunited (praise God).

My tears were precious to me because they were a reminder of the importance and impact of the loss of my dad and the pain I felt resulting from the divorce. But ultimately, they reminded me of God watching my tears and collecting them in a bottle because our pain is so important to him, and he is so empathetic. Never forget that someone out there hears your cries. God does.

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"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away. Behold, the new has come!" (2 Corinthians 5:17)

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