Comfort for the Mourning

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted

-Matthew 5:4


It's kind of funny when you find comfort when you don't seek it. Today, I went to the daily Wednesday prayer at my church. There, we had time to discuss with people our thoughts and struggles. As stated before in my previous post, I've been in anguish for a while. After talking to a few people, I sat down with one of my good friends and started to spill out my burdens onto him. Sharing some of the bottled up anguish within me relieved some of the burden. He gave me advice, encouraged me, and prayed for me. It was just a very good man to man talk. Finishing with a prayer, I felt a great sense of peace for a small time. Although the peace was as minuscule as a star in the galaxy, it still shined through the large expanse of darkness. After all that time groping in the dark, I felt as if I had finally found the door, and was able to sneak a glimpse of what was inside. The glimpse into the door was what is to come, and what we cling to for hope. The day today may be filled with calamity and hopelessness, but it's this hope that keeps me going. That's all I have for now. Bye!


Walking on the Moon,
Joe M.