You have taken account of my wonderings;
put my tears in Your bottle.
Ps 56:8

I read this the night of a good day. As I curled up for a sound sleep, I thought of God's vault of tears. Bottles and bottles of tears - one labeled with all my sad, painful, and lonely tears, another with my joyful praise tears, another with God-Stirrings.... sleep settled in, but I loved the thought of how such a Supreme God would take in account of little old me. It is amazing wonder that God takes notice of my footprints, my questions, and my tears. He notices. I am recorded and valued. I am LOVED.