Tears that bring life

Sometimes the rain from Heaven waters the ground, producing beautiful fruit and fragrant flowers.

And other times the ground is dry and the grass is brittle.

And my shoulders bow from the weight that I carry.  My knees sink from the heaviness and land in the dirt.

Sometimes my tears pour out in streams, cleansing my soul and watering the ground. The depth of my sorrow and source of my surrender saturate the ground beneath me. My cries call to the seeds deep within. Guiding them up towards the light.

My pain can unearth joy. My sorrow can create beauty. Out of ashes and dirt can come beautiful things. Out of trial comes new life.

And yet what if I had kept on walking. Had shoulder my burden and gripped onto strength. What if I had carried on, denying my pain. Resisting my heartache. What use is water in a bucket. Or a cloud pregnant with rain. If it is always contained. Never poured out. 

Out of surrender comes the fullness of life. Out of honesty comes restoration. When we acknowledge our hurting, we can water the seed of faith. Uproot joy in the midst of trial.  Which will one day give way to happiness as we look upon the splendor of the ground.  Knowing that it was born of sorrow and surrender. And produced by the one who does not waste a single tear.