Can you remember what was the first thing you longed for in life? I can! It was a Tiny Tears doll. For months, I waited for her to be mine. This morning, for some reason, this recollection re-captivated my memory.
The “who” and “what” of Tiny Tears is simple. She was a baby doll who, when you fed a baby bottle of water, cried real tears. Me being me and so symbolic in soul, it’s my wondering about the “why” of Tiny Tears that, today, inrigued me.
Was Tiny Tears a foreshadowing of the significance that tears would prove to be in my life??? As a small child, I valued a doll who could, and would, cry. As a Grammy, I am grateful for a heart and soul that trusts each and every tear I have (or will) ever shed has watered my roots and strengthened the core of my beliefs. Being able to shed a tear means there is not only the ability, but also the capacity, to care, to feel and to both touch and be touched by the purifying waters of all God’s promises. Some tears, truly, rip my heart and soul into pieces. Other tears seal the pieces back together. All combine to, ultimately, shower me with the blessing of God’s grace in (and on) my life.
Like Tiny Tears, I cry so very easily and often. For Tiny Tears, I, her earthly mommy, would wipe her tears away with all my love and hugs. For me, God, my Heavenly Father, wipes my tears away with all His poured out forgiveness, faithful love and unfailing grace.
My Tiny Tears doll of long ago — no way was it co-incidence that she was my first hoped for worldly treasure. On the contrary, my Tiny Tears was, quite possibly, the first God incidence in my life, guiding me and enabling me to cry out with faith, hope and love as I pursue the gift of eternal treasure. Thank you, God, for all my tiny tears.
Uplifted in a Broken Down World 