God gets it

I was reminded again today that "God gets it." I have been feeling low for a while, these feelings come and go, but often there is a feeling of hopelessness, when you feel even your nearest and dearest don't get it. It's easy to live in denial, I feel happy then when I can act like nothing happened and think I'm normal for a while. It's not long before some incident happens and the stuff comes out in one way or another.
This morning I wandered into the sanctuary; a ladies group was watching a Beth Moore video. She was at the point where she said she was able to confront one of her abusers. He apologized, but she could tell he "just didn't get it." She said things on the line of, "he just had no idea what it had done to me." Then , God came and spoke to her and said, "Beth, I get it." It was a good job that the session ended then and I could leave, otherwise I would have been weeping uncontrolably. My eyes are still teary, several mintues later.
God has been showing me recently that He has always looked after me. You may think that is crazy talk, the obvious question is "Where was God when those terrible things were happening?" The answer is in the Psalms, as are most of the answers given to a despairing heart.
Psalm 27
9,10 Do not hide Your face from me; Do not turn Your servant away in anger; You have been my help; Do not leave me or forsake me, O God of my salvation.
When my father and mother forsake me, then the Lord will take care of me.