What a happy way to soothe our sorrows—when we can truly feel: "HE cares for me!" Christian! Stop dishonoring your faith by always wearing worry on your face. Come, cast your burden upon your Lord. You are staggering beneath a weight your Father would not even feel. What seems to you a crushing burden would be to him but as the small dust of the balance.

Nothing is so sweet as to "lie passive in God's hands, and know no will but his."

O child of suffering, be patient! God has not passed you over in his providence. He who feeds the sparrows will also furnish you with what you need. Don't sit down in despair—hope on, hope ever! Take up the arms of faith against a sea of trouble, and your opposition shall yet end your distresses.

There is One who cares for you. His eye is fixed on you, his heart beats with pity for your woe, and his hand omnipotent shall yet bring you the needed help. The darkest cloud shall scatter itself in showers of mercy. The blackest gloom shall give place to the morning. He, if you are one of his family, will bind up your wounds and heal your broken heart.

Don't doubt his grace because of your tribulation, but believe that he loves you as much in seasons of trouble as in times of happiness. What a serene and quiet life you might lead if you would leave providing to the God of providence! With a little oil in the cruse and a handful of meal in the barrel, Elijah outlived the famine—and you will do the same.

If God cares for you, why need you care too? Can you trust him for your soul, and not for your body? He has never refused to bear your burdens, he has never fainted under their weight.

Come then, soul! Have done with fretful care, and leave all your concerns in the hand of a gracious God.