There is no cure. One Sunday night I got in bed just before nine. I prayed a bit and fell asleep. I woke up at 9:45 and anxiously awaited the contact. I knew someone was about to contact me or God would have not have awoken me. Four minutes later the text arrives. All it said was Romans 8:18. I told them I was wondering who would text me and it was a good word for me.
For I consider that our present sufferings cannot even be compared to the glory that will be revealed to us. Romans 8:18
But I had to counter with Jeremiah 8:18. It was actually amusing to me because I had just read that verse earlier that night and the numbers matched.
Then I said, “There is no cure for my grief! I am sick at heart!” Jeremiah 8:18
Jeremiah is always good when I am struggling with life.