No earthly friend may tread the winepress with you, but the Savior is there, His garments stained with the blood of the grapes of your sorrow. Dare to repeat it often, though you do not feel it, and though Satan insists that God has left you, “Thou are with me.”
And remember, my friend, you are passing through this experience, and God has taken you out of the deliciousness of conscious fellowship with Himself, that you may learn to walk not by sight, but by faith.
The Gift of Suffering, F.B. Meyer