"Prayers are instantly noticed in heaven. The moment Saul began to pray the Lord heard him. Here is comfort for the distressed but praying soul. When our hearts are broken and we bow in prayer, we are often only able to employ the language of sighs and tears; still our groaning has made all the harps of heaven thrill with music. That tear has been caught by God and treasured in the receptacle of heaven. "Put my tears into thy bottle" implies that they are caught as they flow. The petitioner, whose fears prevent his words, will be well understood by the Most High. He may only look up with misty eye; but "prayer is the falling of a tear." Tears are the diamonds of heaven; sighs are a part of the music of Jehovah's court and are numbered with "the sublimest strains that reach the majesty on high." Do not think that your prayer, however weak or trembling, will be unregarded. Jacob's ladder is lofty, but our prayers shall lean upon the Angel of the covenant and so climb its starry rounds. Our God not only hears prayer but also loves to hear it. He does not forget the cry of the humble. True, He does not regard high looks and lofty words; He does not care for the pomp and pageantry of kings; He does not listen to the swell of martial music; He does not regard the triumph and pride of man. But wherever there is a heart big with sorrow or a lip quivering with agony, or a deep groan, or a penitential sigh, the heart of Jehovah is open. He marks it down in the registry of His memory; He puts our prayers, like rose leaves, between the pages of His book of remembrance, and when the volume is opened at last, there shall be a precious fragrance springing from it."
Faith asks no signal from the skies,
To show that prayers accepted rise.
Our Priest is in His holy place,
And answers from the throne of grace.
Candy's thoughts: Having spent most of the last decade weeping, I often am drawn to meditations such as this one and find them incredibly comforting. The very idea that God counts each tear that we shed, along with each hair on our heads, is simply astounding. Do other Gods of other religions even notice such things? I think not. I know not. How precious, then, is our King of kings and Lord of lords who would not only care about our groans and wailings, but also amazingly turn our sighs and tears into prayers. "The heart of Jehovah is open." What a compassionate Savior we serve!
Receiving this encouragement with tears! He IS marvelous!
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ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading this post and found great comfort in these words that dear Mr. Spurgeon penned many years ago. Sometimes all I can pray is...Lord, help...and He always has, perhaps not always in the ways that I wanted but it was always the Father's best response for me. "He puts our prayers, like rose leaves, between the pages of His book of remembrance, and when the volume is opened at last, there shall be a precious fragrance springing from it"...such a comforting and beautiful thought to ponder...adding more tears to His loving bottle with such deep gratitude.
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