What beautiful words.
Most of us, myself included, would rather pass on the sometimes bitter cup from which we are asked to drink. The pain caused by trials and afflictions of this mortal life sometimes seems overwhelming. Who would blame us for shrinking from the hard things?
We may think our cries go unheard, our heartbreak unnoticed. In the depths of despair, it is easy to believe ourselves to be completely alone. I have been one of those persons. In spite of everything I know about the Father and His goodness, I occasionally allow myself to believe that He has deserted me, when nothing could be further from the truth.
This I know for sure: the Father hears every cry and cries with us. We are never alone.