Tears no more

When one of my little ones has been crying, I just can't bear to leave a teardrop on their faces after they are done.  Whether it's quivering in an eyelash or a little tear trail shimmering on a cheek, I absolutely have to wipe them all away.  I'm more likely to leave cookie crumbs or jam stickiness on them than tears.

It seems like God, our father, feels the same way.  Perhaps that is why He has given us this compassionate compulsion for our children.  Perhaps it is His very heart of compassion in us.  Isn't it marvelous that we aren't going to be left to wipe our own tears away?  God's not going to toss us a hanky with our harp and have us play once we can see clearly again. He, Himself, with His very own scarred hand, will wipe our tears away.  And the promise that comes with that divine touch is one that we long for our whole lives: there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain.  All these things are gone forever.

And perhaps that is why I begin to think that I should look for those around me with tears in their eyes, those that are not my children, and seek to lovingly give them the help they need to have them wiped away...both here and in eternity.