There are seasons in life where it seems like everyone around you is walking through some kind of valley. Fear. Grief. Uncertainty. Loss. The kind of situations that remind us how fragile life really is. Lately, I’ve found myself sitting with a lot of hurting people. Not fixing. Not rescuing. Just sitting with them in hard places. And it has reminded me of something I learned in one of the deepest valleys of my own life after losing my son Bobby. God comforts people in valleys. Not always by immediately removing the valley… but by being present in it. I think many of us expect comfort to feel dramatic. We expect some overwhelming emotional moment where suddenly everything feels peaceful again. And sometimes God absolutely does bring supernatural peace in that way. But often, His comfort comes through people. A phone call. A meal. A text message. Someone sitting beside you. Someone praying for you when you don’t have the strength to pray for yourself. That’s still the comfort of God. After Bobby died, people began showing up at our house within hours. Some cleaned. Some mowed the lawn. Some brought food. Some simply sat with me. And I’ll never