Reservoir of Tears

On Sabbath afternoon my husband puts on a Pandora stream of piano hymns to which we either read, go on face book, or take a nap.  Today the strangest thing happened.  I was lying on the sofa hoping to catch a few z’s when an old hymn came on–“Day by Day.” The lyrics rolled through my mind, “ere to take as from a father’s hand–” a hymn I always associate with my daddy. I began to spontaneously weep, not cry or wail, just weep.   It’s been 44 years since Jesus freed my father of this world’s troubles.  44years!  For a few moments the hurt I felt in my heart spilled over onto my sofa pillow.   I miss him so much.

In the  44 years that have followed, I’ve shed tears for lost babies, both parents, many family members and friends.  It never gets any easier.  And I know I will shed many more before my God fulfills the following promise for me.   “And God shall wipe away every tear from their eyes…” Revelation 21:4.

I am so thankful for the hope the text in Revelation gives me.  However, just to let you know, dear Heavenly Father, I have a reservoir of tears, stored and waiting to be shed when I see my loved ones once again.  And I plan to save a bucket or two for when I see my Jesus for the first time.

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4 Responses to Reservoir of Tears

  1. Paula Montgomwey says:

    I never can wait to study the following week’s Sabbath school lesson, so if there’s time–like today–I study the entire thing. Today was heavenly, studying about the very last days and the END (PRAISE GOD!) of the great controversy between Christ and Satan. And God Himself shall wipe EVERY TEAR from our eyes, sweet Kay Rizzo. How intimate! When I finished and relaxed in my overstuffed recliner, the phrase “like a bride adorned for her husband” kept twirling in my brain. And I thought about my overworked “Mama,” caring for my cerebral-palsied sister while washing and ringing clothes, hanging them on the outside line. Her hair all unkempt, housedress wet and soiled. But just before my father would return from work (he was a Chief Hospital Corpsman in the Navy, stationed in San Diego), Mama would go change into a clean dress, splash water on her face, and brush her hair. And when my father would pull up in front of our house, I would run to him, crying, “Daddy! Daddy!” Then Mama would follow and he would squeeze us in a 3-way hug. Oh, how I treasure those memories. I, too, miss my parents and CRAVE seeing them again at the Resurrection of the Righteous. And most of all, I long to meet our Savior face to face and our Heavenly Father when I shall cry, “Abba, Abba! Daddy, Daddy!”

  2. Dave Everts says:

    Kay, I remember your parents. Your mom of course was my sons teacher. Your Dad, I believe was in a quartette with Lowell Wheeler, Hobart Web and myself. We never caused the KIngs Heralds much competition. It was fun back in the 50s.

    • pepsi7 says:

      I remember you, Dave. When I drove away from the Troy church on my wedding day to head for Loma Linda, I never imagined it was the last time. As to my dad singing in your quartet, I’m sure it wasn’t him as he was tone deaf–couldn’t sing a note. His dream was to sing in a heavenly choir with 1000 sopranos, 1000 altos, 1000 tenors and him.:-) Pray all is well with you and yours.

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