We are never alone.
Let that sink in for a moment.
Think back to those moments when you have felt so very alone.
Now bring into that place of isolation the reality that God will never leave you or forsake you. See yourself in that memory with Jesus wrapping you in his arms, comforting you, guiding you, understanding you and your heart.
This morning I did just that. I put on an instrumental playlist and asked Jesus to show me where he was on the really tough night with my Dad in hospice.
You see, I spent three different nights there. The first two I lay in the cot near him and listened to his peaceful breathing mingle with the frog song coming through the open window. But on that last night, his meds made him agitated and the nurses hadn't figured out yet the right combination. I tried to help but really couldn't. I sat on my cot and watched him, praying for God's help, not knowing what to do and feeling so scared and sad and alone in it.
While I was resting with Jesus this morning, he helped me reimagine the scene, with Him sitting with me on that cot, his arm around me as in this picture. He was with me. He understood my heart. He held me in my pain. I was not alone. The tears flow.
My friends we are never alone. Invite Him into your lonely moments and allow him to meet you there with his healing love.
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