When I awakened this morning,  the consciousness of my wonderful Lord's presence is so comforting. I have found that He is indeed every bit as faithful as He's promised to be.
 
Here is the "Streams in the Desert" devotion for the day. It's so appropriate. It helped me this date 2 years ago when my dear wife, Carol, passed into the presence of Jesus, and still sustains me.
 
Strong in Suffering
 

Run now, I pray thee, to meet her, and say unto her, Is it well with thee? is it well with thy husband? is it well with the child? And she answered, It is well. – 2 Kgs 4:26 KJV

“Be strong, my soul! Thy loved ones go Within the veil. God’s thine, e’en so; Be strong.

“Be strong, my soul! Death looms in view. Lo, here thy God! He’ll bear thee through; Be strong.”

For sixty-two years and five months I had a beloved wife, and now, in my ninety-second year I am left alone. But I turn to the ever present Jesus, as I walk up and down in my room, and say, “Lord Jesus, I am alone, and yet not alone—Thou art with me, Thou art my Friend. Now, Lord, comfort me, strengthen me, give to Thy poor servant everything Thou seest he needs.” And we should not be satisfied till we are brought to this, that we know the Lord Jesus Christ experimentally, habitually to be our Friend: at all times, and under all circumstances, ready to prove Himself to be our Friend. —George Mueller Afflictions cannot injure when blended with submission. Ice breaks many a branch, and so I see a great many persons bowed down and crushed by their afflictions. But now and then I meet one that sings in affliction, and then I thank God for my own sake as well as his. There is no such sweet singing as a song in the night. You recollect the story of the woman who, when her only child died, in rapture looking up, as with the face of an angel, said, “I give you joy, my darling.” That single sentence has gone with me years and years down through my life, quickening and comforting me. —Henry Ward Beecher

“E’en for the dead I will not bind my soul to grief; Death cannot long divide. For is it not as though the rose that climbed my garden wall Has blossomed on the other side? Death doth hide, But not divide; Thou art but on Christ’s other side! Thou art with Christ, and Christ with me; In Christ united still are we.”

I send this with special appreciation for the outpourings of love that my family and friends have lavished upon us. Thank you again for loving us, and proving it so profusely! Rev. James Martin