“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.”
2 Corinthians 1: 3-4
My loving and gracious Father, how desperate I am for your comfort, to know the gentle firmness of your arms as they lift me out of my troubles. How I long to know the safety of your wings as you hide me so that I might rest and find healing for my wounds. My heart is laid open before you, aching day after day, empty and breaking in ways that even I cannot understand. Arrows of rejection pierce at my soul, and hopes seemingly dashed gnaw at my very existence, and I find myself without comfort or understanding. Bitterness seeks to wash over me to pull me under and away from your grasp. You and you alone know the ache of my heart; You and you alone. Oh my savior, my redeemer, the hope of my life and the answer to my every cry, you have known ache beyond my understanding, you have given it all that my heart might be healed. I place my every hurt in your hands. I am yours and yours alone, my beloved, and into your healing hands I lay all of the broken pieces of my heart, and I trust, that somehow, some way, you will make it whole again.
How I need You. I long for You and You alone.
“I am my beloved’s and He is mine.”
Song of Solomon 6:3