The Journey of One
I wasn’t born in a hospital.
There were no blankets.
No lullabies.
No warm lights.
I came through pain.
Maybe through betrayal.
Maybe a scream that never got answered.
A prison cell.
A war zone.
Or when the doctor whispered, “There’s nothing more we can do.”
But I existed.
Somewhere between silence and sorrow,
I was born.
I didn’t ask to be here —
but I was.
Hanging on the edge,
clinging to skin that had forgotten how to smile.
I was small —
but I carried weight.
The kind that crushes chests with grief.
And then — I let go.
I slid down cheek and jaw, over the edge of a trembling chin.
Gravity pulled me.
But glory was calling.
As I fell...
a man in white robes caught me.
Nail-scarred hands.
Warm smile.
He didn’t flinch.
He didn’t let me shatter.
He held me.
Light didn’t just shine around Him —
it poured through Him.
I don’t know how I knew —
but I knew.
He was taking me Home.
And when I arrived...
I wasn’t alone.
Thousands. Millions.
Each one held in a vial.
Sealed with love.
Stacked like treasures in the vaults of Eternity.
We belonged to someone.
Someone who cried out,
“God, do You even see me?”
Yes.
He sees you.
Because I came from you.
And I’m still yours.
Forever.
Never forgotten.
Never wasted.
Never ignored.
Kept.
Stored.
Saved.
And now, finally — I’m Home.
Where every pain has purpose.
Where every drop is sacred.
Where my story is written in a Book...
The Book of Remembrance.
Who am I?
I am your tear.
One. Lone. Tear.
Caught.
Counted.
Cherished.
By the Lord Jesus Christ.
Born in pain —
now radiant in Glory.
Forever.
The Psalmist said in Psalm 56:8:
“You number my wanderings; put my tears into Your bottle. Are they not in Your book?”
Every tear you’ve cried has a name. A reason. A moment.
God kept every single one.
Not because He’s obsessed with sorrow —
but because He’s invested in you.
You cost the spilled Blood of His only Son.
And because of that — your pain has value.
Even your tears are treasures in the Kingdom of God.
As Romans 8:28 says:
“All things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to His purpose.”
Yes.
Even your tears.
Even your agony.
Even the moments that nearly killed you.
They’re not just remembered —
They’re redeemed.
The time you wept for your daughter.
The time you cried out over your son.
When you laid your mother to rest...
Jesus stored every tear.
Whether it was from heartbreak,
abuse,
betrayal,
rape,
or a violent death —
God took that tear.
Just as He took your pain upon His back at the whipping post.
Picture Him...
Dragged back and forth between Pilate and Herod.
Beaten.
Scourged.
Laughed at.
God the Son — taking it all.
Not just your sin...
Your suffering.
Your shame.
Your silence.
Your sobs in the dark.
He makes all things work together.
Not just the pretty parts.
Not just the spiritual highs.
Not just the Sunday best.
All... things.
Your greatest loss?
He was there.
Your deepest grief?
He saw it.
Your worst mistake?
He carried it.
Even when life makes no sense —
His ways are higher.
His memory longer.
His heart deeper.
Even the tears you never told anyone about —
He bottled those too.
Every scar.
Every sob.
Every scream swallowed by silence.
He took it.
All of it.
And He’s not done.
Because what you thought was lost —
He’s keeping.
Redeeming.
Glorifying.
Every tear,
a jewel.
Every sorrow,
a seed.
Every pain,
a prophecy.
You are not forgotten.
You are not forsaken.
You are not alone.
You are held.
By the One who catches tears.
And counts them as treasure.
Forever.