Sunday evening I laid in bed, pain in every ounce of my body. It was a strange tingling-nerve-ache type of pain. It is difficult to describe.
I sat there, longing for the pain to pass. Trying to be patient, knowing in a couple of days the pain will subside and only fatigue will remain.
Then I felt comforted. The pain was still there, but it was overshadowed by the presence of the Comforter.
"And I will pray the Father, and he shall give you another Comforter, that he may abide with you for ever;" ~John 14:16
I rested there, enjoying the peace and comfort found in the presence of God. I didn't want to leave. In spite of my pain, I wanted to remain there, forever. In the silence of my bedroom, God was there.