Precious to Him

I seem to have so many laments and yet when I look closer and think deeper I realize that I am blessed...very blessed...more blessed because of the very things I'm lamenting in most cases.

One of my laments is that I don't have the time I need to work on the things I want to. It's a puzzle to me because I have no children at home and don't work outside the home. I'm very frustrated. I've been praying that God will show me how to use my time wisely and do the things that are important...help me discern what's important and show me where I'm wasting my time.

As I've read through some of the Psalms, it seems that water keeps coming up...and I love the picture of God keeping my tears in a special bottle...like fine, aged wine or precious perfume.

In my picture the crescent moon and night sky represent the idea of sleepless nights spent tossing and turning. The earth, where I live, is next to the moon. There's a swirling cloud in the upper right which represents my troubles here on earth. The eyes are mine. There are tears flowing downward into God's bottle where He's collecting and saving them. The bottle isn't full so there will be more before my life on earth is over. I think God treasures my tears and not one will fall unnoticed because they're very precious to Him.