I had again wearied and despaired. The trials were too many; the attacks too precise. I felt unable to continue the good fight. The emptiness has won, I thought. I am done. And then in the darkness, You magnify Your Truth. You spoke in the middle of the night.

“Daughter, you asked for joy”.  “Yes, Lord, I thought You would give me joy INSTEAD of adversity”.  “No, Child.  IN SPITE of adversity”.

Amen.