I went to bed last night hurting. Wishing I had a friend to give me a hug. While I actually have a good friend here now, it is the wrong type to ask a hug from. :)
So I went to bed sad.
I woke up and felt so happy right when I woke up. I felt I had been held all night, held close and comforted. I woke up feeling so incredibly loved and cared for.
Then I woke up more... and realized all is not right with the world. But I still had that incredible sense of having been held and hugged.
So I smiled. And when I dragged my half awake self down to make coffee and sit and read, I smiled some more. I knew who had held me... the God who said He would be there for me.
And just that simple feeling encourages me today. God sees. And in ways I don't understand, He was even able to meet my huge need just to be held and comforted. I am not alone.