When my sweet Lord cast my sins into the depths of the sea (Micah 7:19) there was no splash. It was done in the quietness and loneliness of death by the cross. But by His grace to me as John 3:3, my realization of this fact brought the splash personally and continually in the form of tears from my own eyes as he collects each tear in a bottle (Psalm 56:8) through my own suffering. The deafening sound and weight of each teardrop on my cheek transforms me through it's own unique gift of healing. We are not only not forgotten but brought closer through each drop (Psalm 34:18). Through stubbornness to willingness (Jeremiah 31:18) we are carried as on wings of eagles (Isaiah 40:31). A bottle full of tears weighs a ton (Psalm 56:8).
A bottle full of tears weighs a ton. All the weight behind the first one. To stop it requires an elephant gun. Like the first drop of rain we tend to run. Turning us upside down shaking the "changes" out of our pockets. Falsely transformed until water pressure freshly squeezes tears from our eye-sockets.