As I sit here sipping coffee looking out the window all I see is grey. It is a dreary, winter morning. (I'm not complaining because I am thrilled it's not 83 F at 7:15am with a humidity level of 99%.) The sun is there, but I cannot see it.
Two of my close friends feel surrounded by grey fog right now because their mother died 10 days ago. I remember that feeling. Everything looked grey, I felt grey, I didn't want to sign anymore forms, I wanted to sleep.
We may feel alone, but we are not. Jesus is with us every step of the way. He wants to carry our burdens. He wants to bind up our broken hearts. He wants to deliver us from captivity. Jesus promised to never leave nor forsake us.
We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
I lift my friends up in prayer, I pray they receive a fresh revelation of their Abba Father's love for them and they find rest for their souls in Jesus.