It has always been the most Sacred Heart of Jesus that comforts me. No one else has been able to give me that power for I am nothing without Him. I am like the hemorrhaging woman in the crowd of people: desperate, broken, on the ground, bleeding, just barely hanging unto the holy cloak of Jesus and He notices me in His most divine mercy and He makes me whole again. It is through the Sacrament of the most holy Eucharist that He then purifies me as He rests on my tongue and I beg Him to refine me. Jesus, consume me with Your refiner’s fire like in the song is my prayer after Communion. What a gift Jesus is to me. So now I can laugh at my misery because I know God is in control. Indeed, God is in control.