In the early days after Isaac died I didn’t know what to pray. A friend gave me a small book filled with short devotions and a passage from Psalms. Each morning as my prayer I would write out the verses for the day. It was all I could do.

If you don’t know how to pray, if you don’t know what to pray, write out the Psalms. David understood pain, sorrow, and questioning God and he also understood that God would meet him in those places and he worshipped Him for it.

God was so near to us when our hearts were crushed. I asked Him why, I begged Him to change our circumstance, and I cried for comfort. He met me in all of it. I didn’t always get the answer I wanted, but I knew I wasn’t alone.