I love the moon.
My Father decrees the moon to shine by night.
Often, when I feel lonely, I look up at the moon and feel so much closer to Him.
But frequently that sense of closeness is so eclipsed by my self-pity, depression or doubt.
I have to remind myself that Jesus was completely alone.
His Father turned his face from Him.
And He bore that moment so that I would never have to be alone.