“Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,”

“The Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.”

I got saved (became born-again) when I was 15 or 16. I was sitting in a history class at school, and prayed to the Lord because I didn’t want to go to hell. I started going to my sisters’ church, but it didn’t work out. I left and didn’t bother with church or God again until recently.

I remember it was October 2021 (so a couple decades later). I was extremely distressed, alone, and hurting. I had no one. I prayed to God for comfort in a way that was like a child screaming for her parent. I wasn’t literally screaming because I was in public, but my heart was screaming and begging. That was the word in my heart scream. I needed [i]comfort[/i].

And it washed over me.

I know that it sounds dumb. I never knew comfort in the entirety of my life. Not that there were never people who tried; but it didn’t tend to work. And then I suddenly had it, and it made no sense. That was okay, though, because something sparked in my heart. I never wanted to be without the Giver of comfort again. He was really alive and there and with me. With every bit of love I’m capable of, I love the Lord. I never wholeheartedly loved anyone before. I’d never loved without feeling drained and used and thrown away. Till now. The more I love the Lord, the more I feel capable of loving.
I asked Him to change my heart so I could love Him in truth instead of by my own limited way. And it’s been a crazy journey since then.