Crying in the Kitchen

“You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle.” —Psalm 56:8 (NLT)

It wasn’t a big, cinematic breakdown. You were just doing the dishes. And then—crack. You chipped your favorite coffee mug. The one you always reach for. The one that somehow feels like comfort in ceramic form.

You didn’t scream. You didn’t crumble.

But the tears? They showed up anyway—quietly.

Unexpectedly.

Right there in the kitchen, between the sponge and the silverware. Not because of the mug, really. But because it was just… one more thing.

One more little loss on top of a pile of hard days and half-swallowed sighs.

And suddenly, there you were—crying over soap suds and chipped pottery. God was there, too.

Psalm 56:8 says He keeps track of all our sorrows. (NLT)

Not just the big, broadcasted ones.

But the ones that sneak out over broken dishes, ruined plans, and days that feel heavier than they should.

He doesn’t ask you to explain why you’re crying.

He doesn’t need it to be profound.

He simply sees. And stays.

And Revelation 21:4 (NIV) promises:

“He will wipe every tear from their eyes.”

Not some tears. Not the socially acceptable ones. All of them.

If today felt like a chipped-mug kind of day—the kind where grief rides in on something small and ordinary—you’re not silly. You’re human.

And your tears? They are seen. Counted. Kept.

Even here, even now, even with dish soap on your hands and your heart in your throat—God is near.

Prayer:

Jesus, You see me in the kitchen tears—and You don’t look away. You count every one with care. Thank You for Your comfort. Thank You for being near. In Your name, I pray.