Tears in a Bottle

One night, as I lay weeping in my bed, I fell asleep, and began to dream. In my dream, I was lifted up and passed through the gates beyond this life. Once there, I was attended by beings so vast and powerful I felt such shame just being in their presence I could hardly stand it.

But then He came, and I felt much worse.

It wasnt any particular sin that gave me pause, but everything about me was just so small and petty I expected Him to look at me with disgust.

But he didnt.

Instead, he came toward me carrying a bottle. The bottle was gold, and covered with priceless gems and I couldnt imagine what could be so precious that it would be kept in such a container.

He came close, and put the bottle against my wet cheeks, drawing the tears inside it, and once every one of my tears was inside, He put a stopper on the bottle, and put it on a table.

I found my voice, and asked, “Why are you saving my tears? Why treat them like something so valuable?”

“When all your tears are gathered, they will form part of a healing balm that will help many.”

“My tears? But I’m ...so small.”

“Because I delight in using small things to make large results.”

“What’s going to happen now?”

“You must return to the waking world, until the time comes for you to come here to stay.”

“Lord, what about ... my transition? Am I... wrong?”

“Will you trust me?”

“Lord, I want to. But I get worried I’m doing the wrong thing.”

“Trust me. This is happening for a purpose. Indeed, for My Purposes. Now .... Wake!”

I woke, and found my cheeks were dry. Sustained by the dream, I made it through another day.

As I will continue to, until I see Him again.