It breaks my heart because my energy is sapped, rendering me useless to all, going through motions until I can collapse, hoping never to get up again. But then I read my devotional and hope is my friend again. The words I read so perfectly sooth my soul. Is it a trick? How does the message answer precisely the cries of my heart? It must mean something. It must.
I know that He's there. I know that He hears me. I know that He can heal me. I pray that He will. As I drove home this evening, I cried out to God, just those words, "I know that You're there. I know that You hear me. I know you can heal me. I ask that you take pity upon your child and answer my prayers." Over and over, again, I spoke those words. Not in anger, perhaps in desperation, and it felt so good to be able to go to him and say those things.
Because I know that He's there.