And I Cried

Tonight, as I went to kneel and pray,
Nothing came out.
No words.
Not even a sound. 
I put my head on the bed and folded my hands onto my lap.
Still not a peep.
A moment or two later,
I opened my mouth as if to say something
but instead of my voice....
I let out a deep sigh.
My chest heaved silently
and my tears dropped down.
A word not needed to be spoken in this prayer.
The silence and tears did all the talking. 
It was enough and God knew what I was saying. 
I kept my head on the bed and my fingers intertwined
and a voice in my head replied,
"Don't you worry about a thing child.
It will all be ok and I am here for you.
Let it out my little one."
And I cried as He cupped His hands
so that as every tear fell He would catch each one.
Every concern, hope, dream, and worry...
Every pain, emotion and fear.
They were disguised as my tears and fell right into
His hands. 
Every last drop.

"And behold, a woman in the city  who was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at the table in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster flask of fragrant oil, and stood at His feet behind Him weeping;  and she began to wash His feet with her tears, and wiped them with the hair of her head; and she kissed His feet and anointed them with the fragrant oil. 
.....Then He turned to the woman and said to Simon, 'Do you see this woman?  I entered your house;  you gave Me no water for My feet, but she has washed My feet with her tears and wiped them with the hair of her head.   You gave Me no kiss, but this woman has not ceased to kiss My feet since the time I came in.  You did not anoint My head with oil, but this woman has anointed  My feet with fragrant oil.  Therefore I say to you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven, for she loved much. 
.....Then He said to the woman, 'Your faith has saved you.  Go in peace.'"
Luke 7:37-38,44-47,50

I cocked my head to the side but it still rested on the bed.
No more tears fell and God took them.
He took them with Him.
Where?  I do not know
but they are His now.

There are some prayers that do not need to be spoken.
Just like the sinful woman...
her tears were enough.
Sometimes that is all He needs from us.