Many times throughout the decades, during multiple sclerosis attacks, my heart would fill with fear and sorrow. Sleepless nights tormented me as MS ravaged my body. When I was able, I would make my way to the top of the hill in my electric wheelchair to sit before the Blessed Sacrament. Solitude. But I was not alone: Christ was there. He consoled me in the flickering shadows of candlelight. His words would come to me in a whisper: Be not afraid. I AM with you.  My heart calmed and my sorrow receded. Eventually I would go back down the hill to my darkened house to finally sleep: Peace.
(Below is Saint Vital at night.).