I walked into the university cafeteria one day just before my class, looking about as bad as I felt. I found two friends sitting at a table by the far door. One of them took one look at me and jumped up, saying, “You need a hug.” She gave me a quick hug before we sat down together. The other friend gave me a questioning look. I was usually the one laughing and talking, and here I was as blue as could be. What was wrong, they wanted to know. I shrugged.
They tried talking and cheering me up, but it didn’t work. I went off to class a few minutes later, still depressed, but knowing that I had a friend thinking of me and praying for me.
I’m feeling that way today, but today I’m at work, and nobody here knows me well enough to look at me and say, “You need a hug.” So I’m talking to the only person I can: Jesus. It’s nice to know that I don’t have to struggle to find the words to explain to Him how I’m feeling, because He knows, probably better than I do. And He’s there for me right now, when I need Him, just as He always is.