Last week, my sweet mom passed away at only 55 years old. This prayer from John Flavel encapsulates what I'm feeling right now. “‘Father, what shall I do? My soul is greatly bowed down by trouble; I am full to the brim; my vain heart has looked for relief this way and that way, but none comes; every door of comfort is shut up against me. You have multiplied my sorrows, and renewed my witnesses against me; comfort is removed from my outward, and peace from my inner, man; sharp afflictions without, and bitter reflections within. O Lord, I am oppressed, undertake for me. Fathers of the flesh pity their distressed children, when they complain to them; and will not you, O Lord, whose compassions as far exceed creature-com-passions as the sea exceeds a drop? O my Father, pity me, support me, deliver me!' Oh how acceptable this is to God! How advantageous to the soul!” - John Flavel, “Facing Grief” May we all experience this same comfort when we pour out our hearts to the Lord. If you...