After twelve years of misdiagnosis I finally was diagnosed with an incurable muscle disease. The disease and the treatments for the disease left me confined to a bed for thirteen months. The pain was so severe and debilitating that even a bed sheet was too much for my body. During this time my wife was told to prepare for my death. If the disease did not kill me, the pain would if they did not get it under control. This message is the first time I spoke after thirteen months in bed. My comfort my God is more than a verse, it is a reality of God Himself in the midst of dark and painful times. My prayer is that you too will comfort in Him, the God of all comfort.