I stole . . . I mean, borrowed this from a friend’s post because it speaks to when God comforts us in the midst of pain without removing the source of the pain or the actual pain itself. Sometimes, God does heal, but sometimes He gives a greater grace to endure so that we might be drawn nearer to God’s heart.

“There are times when God, in His infinite wisdom, chooses not to heal me but to hold me. In the depths of my pain, when every breath feels heavy and my heart is burdened with questions, I find myself wrapped in His arms, closer than I’ve ever been. The more intense the suffering, the tighter His embrace, and in the midst of it all, something sacred happens—I come to know Him in ways I never could before. I may not understand His reasons, and the healing I long for might not come in the way I expect, but there’s something profound in the way He stays with me. He doesn’t leave me to face the storm alone. Sometimes, the miracle is not found in the mending, but in the holding. And through every tear, every silent cry, I sense His heartbeat against mine, reminding me that even in the unanswered prayers, He is still good, still faithful. In the darkness, when I can’t see the way forward, I feel His presence more deeply than I ever have. Healing may not always be His plan, but I now know that the love in His hold is enough. It’s not always about making the pain disappear; sometimes it’s about knowing that, through it all, I’ve never been more held, more cherished, more loved.”