During the long months following the death of our child, I prayed more than I have ever prayed in my life. Yet I couldn't get back into the routine of my prayer time. Sometimes I couldn't pray at all. I would just sit and cry. How thankful I am that God understands a broken heart. I think He knew that my tears were my wordless prayer. I know He must have longed to hold me tight and wipe my tears away.
The psalmist's words in Psalm 119:28 were my words: "I weep with grief; encourage me by your word". I marked them in my Bible and found it was God's Word that encourage me most. Each day God would lead me to the very verses that I needed at that moment to help me exist.
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