Caution: I am going to get religious for a minute.

Now listen. I am not some Christian freak who thinks that if you don’t believe in my God then you're stupid, and that everything can be cured by prayers, or that “let go and let God” is a reasonable view on life. No.

However, I do think that there is someone or something up there that has a big say in how this bat-shit crazy universe works. I do think that God’s word has healing powers. I do think that He hears my prayers.

Throughout life, we go through, what I like to call “soulfights”, that slowly chisel at our hopes and dreams, convincing us that we are unworthy or alone, or just blank. The mere thought of it is suffocating. But every time I feel this lost, I sit down with a big ‘ole cup of joe, crack open my bible, and turn to Him. He is there ya’ll, I promise.

“Jesus wept” John 12:9

Let me give you some context: So Lazarus died and Mary and Martha are pissed that Jesus wasn’t there in time to heal him like he had healed everyone else. Mary was so upset that she wept at his feet, which moved Jesus to tears. He was so upset, so troubled at the sight of her pain that the Son of God cried. JESUS CRIED….FOR MARY.

He feels our pain. We do not ever walk alone or through pain or happiness that He doesn’t feel also. He is right there, always. This soulfight, this confusion, this pain we go through, He does too. He feels our emotions and hears our prayers.

If you keep reading, Jesus raises Lazarus from the dead. He carried through. He showed up late, wept, yet He carried through. It brings me great comfort to know that Jesus will carry me through. He will be right there, feeling everything I feel, hearing and answering my prayers, all the way until I get to go home. Our soulfights are tough and messy, but we will win and we will find the way out and we will have company.

So dust off, stand up, and keep going because you are not alone and you will get through this. We all will.