Tony sent me a message in a bottle the morning of our wedding day. He was the ultimate romantic husband, fiance and boyfriend. Seriously, I could write a book just about his romance skills!
I’ve had that bottle sitting on my dresser for 3 years now, but have not read the message inside since our special day. Honestly, I forgot what it said.
Before bedtime a few weeks ago, I had a good ol’ cry on my knees as I prayed to my God. Crawling into bed, that bottle caught my attention. I was too afraid to open the message inside. Instead, I recalled the verses in Psalm 56:8 (NASB):
“You have…put my tears in Your bottle; are they not in Your book?”
It was the Lord reminding me that He sees my tears; He deems each one so valuable as to hold them in His bottle. Not one is lost.
The next night, I worked up the courage to open Tony’s note. Tears began to flow as I read the one word boldly printed in all caps at the top:
What? Joy? Really, God? Of all the notes Tony has written me over our relationship (most that I can’t even bear to read just yet), the first one I do is about Joy?
Yes, joy. Oh, the irony of joy in a bottle that represents my tears.
I look forward to the day when I can turn this irony around as in the verses of Psalm 126:5:
“Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy.”
Dearly loved, sowing tears,