Mailing hope to those who need it most as a reminder that they are not forgotten and are deeply loved.
What is Bottle of Tears? Bottle of Tears is a unique outlet through which friends can share comfort with one another by sending curated gifts of hope. "You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book." Psalm 56:8
Why do I love vintage bottles? I love all things vintage and have always loved vintage bottles. I love the beauty of knowing that these bottles have had a story, and I can't wait for them to bring hope to others that are struggling. I also know the value of surprises and gifts when life feels like it's been turned upside down. Mail is like gold for me, especially on days that I have not been able to get out of bed. And people's gifts and cards always seem to come on the days I have needed hope most. I pray these bottles will do the same thing for so many all over the country.
What is my heart behind this venture? I pray these gifts will be a small token to remind the grieving and broken that they are not alone. My deep desire is that you know that God sees you. He loves you. There is purpose in your pain. And, He's not done with you yet. In the midst of the pain, when everything seems unclear, I pray this gift will be a small glimmer of hope in your story.
Bottle of Tears isn't something random. It is a vision that God gave me in the midst of my own pain and suffering. Some of you know my story and some don't. But, I am Lindsey. I am a 37 year old wife and mom that struggles every single day of my life just to get out of bed.
I went many years wondering what was wrong with me. I knew I was very sick and doctor after doctor would misdiagnose me. I was told I had "Chronic Fatigue" and "Fibromyalgia" and that I was "Depressed/Anxious." Each diagnosis left me just feeling so alone and confused because my body kept getting worse. I would tell people I was very fatigued and they would smile and say "of course you are, you're a new mom" or "yes, me too...busy week." But the fatigue actually felt weightier than that, like I'd been carrying a bag of bricks so long and so far that I wasn't sure how much longer I could manage, desperate for relief. Finally, after years of being misdiagnosed, I found a doctor that listened. I remember bawling in her office telling her that I feel like I'm dying and no one is listening to me.
Actually later that day after tons of blood work, I found out I have Lyme disease.
I remember that day thinking "Praise the Lord, I have a real diagnosis. I'm not really sure what Lyme disease is but at least these antibiotics will fix me." Oh man, I wish that would have been the case. You name it, I've done it. I've done rounds and rounds of intense antibiotic treatments, bicillin shots twice a week, holistic therapies, hyperbaric chambers, nutritional iv therapies, foot baths, saunas, drinking things that I still have nightmares about. And guess what friends?!
I'm still sick.
But, I refuse to give up HOPE. I know that God has made me for more than just this sickness. I want to love others even in my brokenness. I think for a long time I was waiting to be healed before I would allow myself to dream. Not anymore. Bottles of Tears was birthed out of the many hours of my own tears. Years later, I am just now realizing and am starting to grasp how much God loves me...just the way I am. He doesn't want me whole before I start to give of myself.
So, here I am friends. I'm broken. I'm in pain most of the day. I am a mom to my precious adoptive daughter (who also has adoption trauma/struggles too many to list). But, I'm here and want to pray for you. I want you to know that you aren't in this alone. Let's keep fighting! God hasn't given up on us.
"You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book." Psalm 56:8