I know it's wrong to compare, but here goes: When I compare my trials to the likes of Joni Eareckson Tada and Amy Carmichael, I find them small indeed. Nevertheless, I stumble through the same darkness they have, begging God to let me hear His voice and experience some relief. My trials could be much worse, of that I'm certain, but the truth is that Satan wants at my throat too, and so the battles come fast and furious. Can you relate? We need a God who is there, who comforts us in our struggles, who provides a solid rock on which to stand and a strong wing under which to shelter. And One who grabs our enemy by the throat.

And we have One. Psalm 57:3 says this: "He will send from heaven and save me; He will put to shame him who tramples on me. God will send out His steadfast love and His faithfulness." This is not a flimsy hope we have; it is a sure truth. He will.

I have been told by those whose sufferings far outweigh mine that God is faithful in the worst of storms. One dear friend said, "God never left me nor forsook me. I found myself clinging to the hem of His garment, and He was there." Whether our trials are small or great, He is there.