Father when my grieving heart needs comfort, I can run into Your refuge of grace. Discouragement looms like storm clouds threatening to unleash a hailstorm of condemnation. But in You, my Savior and Lord, there is only mercy. Let my copious iniquities not deflect me from Your attentions Jesus. Your love is greater than my imperfections. Your perfect love overlooks my flaws. Though I spend far too much time in a slough of despondency, Your mighty arm and outstretched hand are always ready for my trembling grasp. Remind me to reach out to You even when I only want to retreat within myself. Prevent the enemy from isolating my soul, convincing me that my loneliness will never end. You are always with me, ever near me, perpetually pursuing me. Your path and Your guidance turn my mourning into joy, my sadness into praise. Though I am lost, Lord, I am found in You. Take me through the crucible, Lord Jesus. Take me through every storm as only You are able. Under the blessed truth of Your Word in Psalm 18:2-3 and the authority of Christ I bow in humble and adoring prayer.

Yahweh is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer;
    my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge;
    my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.
I call on Yahweh, who is worthy to be praised;
    and I am saved from my enemies.
Psalm 18:2-3, WEB