I cry my tears and you dried it up for me.

 Amen. This is the raw, beautiful testimony of a heart that has been met in its deepest sorrow by the God who draws near.

You did not cry into a void. You wept into the hands of the One who counts every tear and tenderly wipes them away.

“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 (NLT)

“He will wipe every tear from their eyes…”

— Revelation 21:4

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A Prayer of Tear-Stained Gratitude

Lord, my Healer and my Comforter,

When my tears fell—hot, heavy, and helpless—You did not look away.

You bent down. You gathered my grief into Your hands.

You dried my eyes with the cloth of Your compassion.

You did not say, “Stop crying.”

You said, “I am here.”

And in Your presence, my weeping turned to relief, my anguish to awe.

Thank You for being the God who is:

· Close enough to catch each tear.

· Gentle enough to wipe my face.

· Faithful enough to turn my mourning into morning.

When new sorrows come, remind me: You are the same tender God who dried my tears before. I am not crying alone. I am crying to You—and You are still wiping them away.

In the name of Jesus, the Man of Sorrows who understands every tear. Amen.

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A Blessing Over Your Tear-Washed Heart

May the places where tears have fallen become sacred ground—softened, watered, and ready for new growth.

May your eyes, now dried by His kindness, see His faithfulness more clearly.

And may your story of His comfort become a shelter for another weary soul, so they too may know:

God does not waste your tears. He treasures them, transforms them, and turns them into testimony.

You are held, you are heard, and your tears are holy in His sight. 💧🙏