The parking place of our thoughts … what we are thinking when our subconscious thoughts become conscious … just might be more revealing than we care to understand. The things of life, work or family, consume so many of our thoughts … but on occasion, it seems the lyrics of some song or scripture finds its way to the surface. Maybe at first, we smile at the thought and keep moving but after several occurrences, we find ourselves stopping to take notice.
Such has been my experience in recent days. Feeling low and not quite sure what to say in prayer, the lyrics playing in my head caught my attention. A song from the past, although not quite sure when I last heard it, found its way into my conscious thoughts. As is often the case, only a few words and then they would be gone, but they were there nonetheless and would come again at the most unusual time.
It might help to explain that I don’t know that I have ever cried a happy tear. Engaged … not a tear in sight. Weddings … not me. Birth of children or grandchildren … not even great-grandchildren (well … that might have changed recently). I get exuberantly happy … maybe giddy … but I don’t cry. I don’t cry if I am angry … but when my heart breaks, tears pour unbidden, and I have often taken courage with the thought that tears are a language God understands.
But in recent days, it seems the parking place of my thoughts were, “He washed my eyes with tears that I might see …” That was all … nothing more … Curious, I searched and found the songwriter’s wise words, “The broken heart I had was good for me … He tore it all apart and looked inside … He swept away the things that made me blind, and then I saw …”
“And then I saw …” problems that only God can fix … promises that only He can fulfil. Dare I continue to believe? Yes, I believe and will be ever thankful that tears are not only a language God understands but are often His way of enlarging our vision to see through and not with the eye.
“This life’s dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye.”
― William Blake