HE CRIED FOR ME

The night before our family left for a three-month trip overseas, I was lying in the familiar dark of my bedroom when something shifted. I opened my eyes and saw Him — Jesus — seated in the chair by my bed. He looked like someone who had been carrying the weight of the world and yet was perfectly at rest. His presence was near and personal, like a friend who has come to stay for a while.

He spoke one small, holy sentence that felt like a river through my spirit: “I cried for you.”

I blinked, surprised and confused. My heart pushed forward with questions. “Lord, You cried for me?” I wanted to know why. I wanted Him to explain. But before any more words could come, His outline softened and He faded like mist. I woke — part vision, part prayer — with that single phrase resting heavy and tender in my chest.

The next day we left. For the first week of our vacation everything seemed normal until my throat tightened and my voice began to slip. What started as a sore throat became tonsillitis so severe I could hardly speak. Doctors. Tests. Antibiotics. Weeks of rest and worry. Then, as if on a cruel repeat, the sickness returned — again and again — stealing my voice and forcing me to slow down completely.

It was toward the end of the trip, in one of the quiet moments between appointments, that the memory of that night returned in fresh clarity. Jesus had sat beside me and cried. He had come near before the struggle, and He had carried sorrow for me into the room. In the middle of being physically weak and unable to minister by voice, I understood something new: His tears were not only compassion; they were intercession. He had stood before the Father on my behalf. He had already gone into care for me.

That knowledge became a shelter. Even amid repeated sickness — in the waiting rooms and late-night prayers — I rested under the truth that Someone had cried and had prayed for me. His sorrow turned into a soft strength over me. I did not know all the reasons why I would face that season of illness, but I knew the One who watched over me had wept, and His weeping had become watchful protection.

Key Scripture:

“Therefore He is able to save completely those who come to God through Him, because He always lives to intercede for them.” — Hebrews 7:25