I see you when you are in the garden of grief, My princess. I hear you cry for help in he dark hours of the night. I myself cried out in the garden the night I was betrayed. In suffering I asked My Father for another way-- a less painful way. Yet I trusted His will and purpose for my life and knew the ultimate victory was at the cross. Just as olives must be crushed to make oil, I poured out My life as a love offering for you. Don't ever doubt that I am with you and that I long to take you to a place of comfort, peace and victory. Even when you cannot see Me from where you are, I am working on your behalf. Give to Me the crushing weight of your circumstances, and come to Me in prayer. When it is time to leave the garden, I will walk with you across the valley and straight to the cross-- your trials will be transformed into triumph.
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