Thinking of a dear friend who passed away last night.
"God, help me, dull of heart, to trust in thee.
Thou art the Father of me-not any mood
Can part me from the One, the verily Good.
When fog and failure o'er my being brood,
When life looks but a glimmering marshy clod,
No fire out flashing from the living God-
Then, then, to rest in faith were worthy victory!"
George MacDonald
Diary of an Old Soul
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