My sisters are gone.


It's been a bad day.


You know the saying, "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened"?

It doesn't work.



Day by day, and with each passing moment, strength I find to meet my trials here. Trusting in my Father's wise bestowment, I've no cause for worry or for fear. He whose heart is kind beyond all measure, gives unto each day what he deems best, lovingly, as part of pain and pleasure, mingling toil with peace and rest. Every day, the Lord Himself is near me with a special mercy for each hour. All my cares He feign would bear and cheer me, He whose name is Counselor and Power. The protection of His child and treasure is a charge that on Himself He laid, "as your days, your strength shall be in measure," this the pledge to me He made. Help me then, in every tribulation so to trust Your promises, O Lord. That I lose not faith's sweet consolation offered me within Your holy Word. Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting, e'er to take as from a Father's hand. One by one, the days, the moments fleeting, till I reach the promised land.