Isaiah 43:25 - "I, even I, am the one who wipes out your transgressions for my own sake, and I will not remember your sins."
Psalms 56:8 - "You have recorded my troubles. You have kept a list of my tears. Aren't they in your records?"
Jeremiah 8:21 - "Today is recorded in the heavens, and its pains are written with the wet tears of God who 'hurts with the hurts of my people'."
A sparrow doesn't fall to he ground without You knowing, my Lord. The Bible says You keep track, not of my sins and failures, but of my tears and trials.
You do not turn a deaf ear to struggles and sadness. You hurt right along with us. You know us so well, each and every last one of us, down to the very numbers of hair on our heads.
Though sad times come, the times I fall face down in the mud, my prickly heart can be glad that even when everyone else abandons, You remain at my side. You stay, a shield and fortress as You cover me with Your wings.
When my tears fall and intermingle with the dust of the ground, You, Heavenly Father, reach down and offer Your hand so I can rise back up.
While thunder and lightening crackle deep in a marble-gray sky, I can praise You for Your wings provide shelter in the storms. I may not be kept out of the storms, but I don't have to ride them out alone, and I know the rising waters will not sweep me away as long as I remain under your covering.
You are not one to tire easily in your pursuit to make me all that I can be. For this, I can whole-heartedly offer my praise. Not just for the good, but for Your continued love in even in the bad. For You are an ever-present help in times of need.
There's so much to be grateful for. So when I look up, it's not to the mountains, but to Your face. For your mercy is new every morning.