absence of words

I have sat here typed and deleted about six times now. Words I don't yet have I want to tell you. So until then, this is what I know is true.

When all comfort and reality is removed, Jesus is hope.
When you are sunk in frustration, Jesus is peace.
When you tell normality goodbye, Jesus is all understanding.

My father blesses and leads me into places where I can return to my youth. To places where happiness and joy swarm me. He is the restorer. He fulfills all promises from generations past, to present. He works in a tension and release pattern. In the tension we see his glory. In the release we see his glory. In all comfort we see him. In all discomfort we know his presence still. He knows what he is doing and what is the plan. He knows. He is. He understands all.