On last Sunday

I went to church last Sunday and I cried.

Each time the priest spoke of forever and ever, and life everlasting..my tears fell down one after the other.

I took the holy communion and would have broken down if not for my conscious effort to be aware of the people around me.

It was a struggle to get a hold of myself. I was like a sobbing child who came home to her dad to tell him she was hurt. I needed to be comforted so badly. And I was comforted. I know He comforted me and He will comfort me some more in the days to come.