Psalm 56:8

The God Who Bottles Our Tears

BY CHAD BIRD

One of my jobs in high school was helping local ranchers work cattle. We’d vaccinate, cut off horns, castrate, mark their ears, and brand them. It’s hard, dirty work. By the end of the day, my hat had been sprayed with blood, my shirt smeared with snot, my boots soiled with manure and urine.

The God Who Bottles Our Tears