Today was an emotional day. After I made the final payment for our son’s cemetary marker, I drove to the grave site. I could not keep the tears from coming. Grief is a strange thing. Like an illness with many symptoms, it grips those it visits with a myriad of pangs. Driving away slowly through the memorial gardens, I was aware that God was comforting me as I cried. He knows every feeling I have–the inner struggles that no one else notices. Like the tiny parts of a flower’s center, He looks upon my little known hurts and values their worth. How I feel does matter to Him. He clothes the lilies of the field and provides for their needs. God will meet me where I am, assuring me that I am not alone.