God: How shall I show you that I love you? Shall I cause the sun to slip from it’s banks? Shall I cause the actions of the sea to change course? Or do I remain faithful to you?
Me: Please Father help me, have mercy for I am toiling just to stay alive. If you cannot remove this struggle from me, you must send someone to help me carry this load. It’s staggering.
God: Do I turn the stars inside out? Shall I cause the seasons of time to change over?
Me: How big and how wide is your love for us… surely this set of problems is as nothing to you to repeal.
God: I do not send you into a field of labor I have not prepared you to do. Neither do I weight the heart with that which is unnecessary in it’s cost. But rather I do send… I do prepare… I do send mercy and grace to work the work within, so that you might work the work without. Don’t be afraid the hours that appear may bring weight, but they also bring answers alongside you. None can be happy in a war, but you can have peace. Peace I send to you….