The Voice (VOICE)
15 For Jesus is not some high priest who has no sympathy for our weaknesses and flaws. He has already been tested in every way that we are tested; but He emerged victorious, without failing God.
I've been feeling the weight of brokeness again lately. Over and over, like waves that just won't stop....can't stop. And I'm reminded, yet again, that it is when we are broken, shattered, is when the beauty of what we hold can then be released. Each tear that comes from those fragmented pieces, perfume that pours out to Him. And He saves it. He turns it into something lovely....maybe healing balm on anothers brokenness. My tears. Your tears. Never wasted. Precious perfume to the One who loves us immeasurably. Who counts those tears as costly and precious. Who has kept track of each one.