I confess that this verse did not bring comfort. Not one bit. What did bring comfort was that I knew at that moment that the relentless Voice pointed to the very presence of Jesus Himself and that Book was there to remind me. I wasn’t alone in my brokenness. Jesus didn’t walk away from my broken heart. He never does. At that moment when my heart found a small portion of rest I knew that it was Jesus all along. He was leading me to that ever-elusive peace. This became my joy.