With regard to the image of "Jesus," I think it looks more like Matriya. The eyes aren't as compassionate as I'd seen in Jesus when I was eight years old.
Yes, Jesus came and stood at the foot of my bed when I was eight years old. I was in the hospital, dying of pneumonia, when Jesus came and just stood at the foot of my bed. He didn't say a word, but, oh, the compassion and gentleness I saw in His eyes will always be etched in my memory. I told my mom that night that I wasn't going to die because Jesus told me so. Like I said, He didn't say a word, but I knew He was there to encourage and comfort me. His smile was so beautiful. I praise God that He allowed me to see Jesus. I am so stubborn and such a skeptic that God knew I would need visible proof in order to believe. And man, did He give it!!!
I've never doubted. Although I turned away from God during my teen years, when I came back to Him at the age of 19, and then returned at the age of 30 (another story in the midst of those years), I've never looked back and I've never doubted. I love Jesus with all my heart.
Do you know that THE reward of Christianity is not just eternal life, is not just Heaven, is not just no tears, pain, etc. THE reward of Christianity is...CHRIST! Oh, to KNOW Him and understand Him and just to HAVE Him in my life is all I need.
So, what is Jesus to YOU?