At the conclusion of my classmate’s interment, the grief I had held so tightly gurgled up from the depths of my soul like an irrepressible geyser. My once-placid countenance shattered. I couldn’t stay beneath the tent—I had to get out, to find space where I could release what I could no longer contain.

I took off across the cemetery, walking fast, my sobs breaking into cries: “Oh Jesus, oh Jesus!” Each step felt like an attempt to outrun the sorrow, but grief clung to me.

Then, through my tears, I looked up. There, standing before me, was this statue of Jesus. In that moment, I was reminded—just when I need Him, Jesus is near.

Just when I need Him, Jesus is near, Just when I falter, just when I fear; Ready to help me, ready to cheer, Just when I need Him most.

Just when I need Him most, Just when I need Him most, Jesus is near to comfort and cheer, Just when I need Him most.

“Hear my cry, O God; Attend to my prayer.

From the end of the earth I will cry to You,

When my heart is overwhelmed;

Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.” (Psalm 61:1–2)