My eyelashes held tears not yet fallen. I wondered at the sensation. Was this what the flower petals felt when holding the dew of the morning, the moisture of God? A gentle delay; waiting for the moment of release when they’d finally drip leaving a trail upon my cheek, each tear having significance to the Lord.
Psalm 56:8b (NLT) You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each on in Your book.
Psalm 126:5 (ESV) Those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy!