He can´t protect her from this.
This sense of helplessness must feel disabling, sobering, completely disarming. He doesn´t know what to do. Here´s the hard truth: there is nothing he can do. He can only pray and kiss her and blink back salty-sweet tears.
They are sacred tears.
There will be a bottle in heaven where his tears are kept. My bottles will be many more (!!), but I think a Dad´s bottle is especially cherished by The Good Shepherd. They are tears of virility shaped by suffering, tears of strength melted by hardship, tears of softening through the years crafted by valleys & crags. They are man-tears of tenderness. They are man-tears of a worshipper. They are man-tears of love.
We have a friend who says all guys over fifty start crying more. ¨It´s hormonal!¨ he says. You know, a male version of men-opause. There is something to that. If you´re not fifty yet, just wait!
However, whatever the age-factor has to do with it, we know he certainly has good reason to cry right now. And let me just say this: his tears are precious to me. They will be precious to her when she hears of it. They are precious to the Saviour who knows our path right now.
I am glad to have a man who loves me, his children and God with man-tears.
P.S. He will probably cry when he reads this...all the more for his bottle!!
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