You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book (Psalm 56:8)?
How many of your tears do you think have filled God’s bottle (jar)?
How many changes in your life have caused the drippings of disappointment—the streams of sorrow—the rivers of grief to fill up that bottle of his?
Your changes are his, your tears are his. There is a special bottle that he places every change that has ever brought you to tears. He takes all of what life can bring when it brings you to your knees and places your salty frailties into a bottle.
He keeps, he counts. He remembers, he writes. Rejoice, there they are (your tears) the many and the few, and like your tears, like you, are his.
So let’s go Christians, never wonder the number, they’re all counted for.