Hezekiah didn’t get a vague sense of dread—he got a clear word of impending death. “Thus says the Lord: Set your house in order, for you shall die.” But in that moment, he didn’t argue. He didn’t delay. He turned his face to the wall—not to the court, not to his advisors—and he wept before God.

He believed enough to show up. He believed enough to bring silver, gold, and royal credentials. He even believed enough to seek healing from the God of a nation he barely respected.