When I face woe, you comfort me.
Is this all I can expect? All I dare ask? I may be soothed, but the troubles remain.
Or are you true supply, Lord? Where I stand against deprivation, or arrayed warriors, you not only strengthen my spine but move events.
O! I long to watch as you heap treasure in the storehouse. You do more than simply place a smile on my face.
Thy will be done, Lord.
(Letter #2,793)
Daily Letters to God 