We are not comforted so that we can be comfortable but so that we may be able to comfort others.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

April 10, 2011

The loss is so very great.  The searing pain is horrific.  I miss him so much there are no words suitable to describe this feeling.  I miss the comfort of Michael.  I feel as if I have been bereft of all comfort and coziness of soul.

"Hear my cry O God; Attend to my prayer. From the end of the earth I will cry to You,
when my heart is overwhelmed; lead me to the rock that is higher than I"
Psalm 61:1-2

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