I don't know if you are in a season of sowing or reaping, mourning or joy--or more realistically, a combination of both--but, I hope you are encouraged to hear every tear drop and sorrow is seen, honored, and held. God uses those pieces of our story to break up the soil and causes it to be fertile ground. It is then we are ripe for growth and life. This is grace; this is what it means to be his beloved--we never experience pain alone or in vain. He is always making beauty from ashes, bringing life from death.