This week I've been thinking much about some people very close to me. Some dear friends, who are going through some very sad or difficult things. I know they are crying. I know they are sad, and lonely. I want to fix it. I wish so much I could take their pain away. But I cannot. I do not have that power. I know someone who can though.
I believe in Christ. I can testify that he lives. He knows us individually. He feels our pain, and suffers with us. Though we cannot see him, we can feel his love for us when we pray. He can heal all wounds, and comfort all who stand in need of comfort. He is the greatest relief there is, to any trial, or grief, or sadness. He suffered all pain, and knows every heartache, because he experienced them all during his great atonement for us. It is only through him that we will find real peace in anything.
I sent some things to my friends in need this week. A package of things I hope are comforting, white flowers to help uplift and cheer somewhat. However that just doesn't feel like enough. It's like a doctor, giving condolences and sympathy to a sick patient, but no prescription or treatment. I felt I had to pass on what I know of real treatment, real peace and comfort. The very best comfort I feel I can give, is the message that Jesus Christ loves us. He is not merely a good feeling, or a theory or nice idea. He is a real, living, resurrected being, who gives true and lasting comfort and healing. He will help. He loves you.
Read his words. Lose yourself in meaningful prayer. You will feel that he is there, and you are not alone.
As I was writing this, I could hear the words to the hymn
Where Can I turn for Peace fill my mind. You can listen to it
here. Below are the lyrics:
Where can I turn for peace?
Where is my solace
When other sources cease to make me whole?
When, with a wounded heart, anger, or malice
I draw myself apart searching my soul?
Where, when my aching grows?
Where, when I languish?
Where, in my need to know?
Where can I run?
Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish?
Who, who can understand?
He, only One.
He answers privately.
Reaches my reaching.
In my Gethsemane, Savior, and friend.
Gentle, the peace He finds
For my beseeching.
Constant He is, and kind.
Love without end.
This song is dear to me. It could be because I grew up singing it, and that makes it comforting to me. However I think it's the words that make it so sweet. I remember one Sunday at church, in which I was particularly sad about something. It was time for the congregation to sing the closing hymn. Lost in my thoughts I flipped to the page and started to sing. My mind was drawn to the lyrics, and the music seemed to fill my heart, and put words to what I was feeling. I sang the words
Where can I turn for peace? Where, in my need to know? Where can I run? Who, who can understand?
Then I saw the song answer it's lyrics and my inner thoughts and questions, and found I couldn't sing, but only whisper the response,
He, only One.
To my sweet friends during this time, and to anyone else I know who might be concealing a secret pain or trial, please know I love you. I will not pretend I understand or know what you're going through, but the Savior does, and I'm praying you will feel his everlasting love, that it will fill your heart and carry you through these times of need.
Constant He is, and kind. Love without end.
