Within this hour, all is well. I am whole. The next hour will be the same. And the one that follows.
Tomorrow may bring new treasure, or collapse and upended plans. It is not here, though, in this hour in which all is well.
Lord, what causes me to seek you so deeply? Is it soothing comfort? Privation? Discipline? Joy?
In this hour, you sit with me. I feel you near. You will be with me now, and the next moment and the next.
Lord, all is well. I believe you.