As someone who grew up with lots of internal pain, and lots of tears, I’ve always been fascinated by this concept: put my tears in your bottle: These words are addressed to God by David in Psalm 56:8, written about when the Philistines had seized him in Gath. In addition to finding the concept somewhat gross — tears captured in a container — and weird — what kind of bottle is this? — I nonetheless find it comforting. The notion that God takes note of our tears, especially when they’re frequent and copious, is so different from my experience growing up, when I got the sense that big people just wished I’d stop crying and suck it up. Apparently this isn’t the case with God, and it’s confirmed by the example and teaching of Jesus, the man of sorrows, acquainted with grief, Who encourage us to weep with those who weep. So, as you pray today, perhaps with groans and sighs to deep for words in these days of intense pain in our neighborhoods, cities and towns, and country, not to mention the whole world, may you be able to “capture” and value the suffering of others, not trying to minimize or fix them, or even to dry them (that’ll come later, in glory), but just sit with them, even as you have been sat with by Him.