through Jesus. In my acute need I’d reached out to him again and again and in doing so had begun to experience new depths of his love and compassion. God was there for me, in Jesus. I could come to him at any time, night or day. I was not alone, not forgotten. Furthermore, God totally understood my condition and empathised deeply with me. No one else could do this. Ours was a unique relationship. As I pondered this, and the way in which it could help to ease my fear and foreboding, God brought some