In the silence of sorrow, God speaks most clearly. This piece is a reflection on grief, spiritual struggle, and the profound comfort found in the presence of the Holy Spirit—the Comforter promised to us, he understand your pain.

I cried without reason,
Drowned in tears without a lesson.
I bore an unknown burden—
My heart grew bitter,
Yet I knew not what it boarded.

Fear gripped me.
Shame, my pillow.
My bed—
A place where rest wed discomfort.
Sadness, somehow, became sweet.

In my lowest, You, oh Lord, came.
In many ways have I seen You—
The One You call Comforter
Has found me.
Where I am, He is.
He has wrapped me.
My tears dried—
He is my Comfort.

> But we have this treasure in jars of clay,
to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.
We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed;
perplexed, but not in despair;
persecuted, but not abandoned;
struck down, but not destroyed.
We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus,
so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.
—2 Corinthians 4:7–10

Thank You
for revealing
the warmth
of Your comfort.