Tears drop, tears fall, but the Father says tears rise….to Him. He captures them, He keeps them, and He stores them in a bottle. He treasures them not for what they are but for what they have done, for what they mean.

When time is undone and is no more, when this vessel of flesh and bone and earth is exchanged for something else, something beyond man’s ability to conceive, at least two physical manifestations of this present circumstance will remain forever: the scars of the Savior and the tears of His children.