Faith isn’t a straight climb up a mountain; it’s a cycle of climbing, sliding, and learning to swim. Whether you are in a season of spiritual consolation or feeling the weight of desolation, discover how the God of all grace sustains us at every crossroads. This reflection looks at the “rough reads” of life and the steadfast mercies that remain new every morning.
Comfort is not about escape; it’s about presence. In seasons of suffering, choosing to rest can feel almost rebellious. Yet, Scripture tells us that God does not rush us past the ache; He meets us in it, gathering our broken pieces like precious treasures into His basket of compassion.
I often cry at a moment’s notice as I weep grief over life’s accumulated losses and crosses. It’s not one thing after another; it’s one thing on top of another, so that grief rolls over us in waves. We who are called to chronic grief and suffering know what that feels like without having to name each grief… I want you to understand that we are in this grief club together.
