“My daughter…why do you not tell me about everything that concerns you, even the smallest details? Tell Me about everything, and know that this will give Me great joy.” I answered, “But You know about everything, Lord.” And Jesus replied to me, “Yes I do know; but you should not excuse yourself with the fact that I know, but with childlike simplicity talk to Me about everything, for my ears and heart are inclined towards you, and your words are dear to Me.” – Jesus to St. Faustina, Divine Mercy in my Soul
Someone is listening to your prayer. Someone who knows you. Someone who cares for you and watches over you.
You may not know it yet, you may not even believe, for in His silence you may think He isn’t there.
But He hears. He catches your every tear.
And He weeps with you. With His whole heart He goes with you where all is painful and dark.
And when everything seems too heavy and impossible to bear, just when you feel you cannot make it through, He carries you. Silently but powerfully, He bears the burden you cannot bear. Your wounds become His, and by His wounds, you are healed.
You number my wanderings. You put my tears into your bottle. Aren’t they in your book? – Psalm 56:8, WEB