"When I am sore beset, I seek some quiet place,
Some lonely room or barren windswept hill,
And there in silence wait apart until--I see again the smile upon God's face, Until His presence floods me like the dawn, and I can hear His whispered, "Peace, be still,
" And know again the strength to do His will.
I turn to take my load and find it gone."
I love poetry...and I wish that the above sentiment expressed my own response to trials..unfortunately, being human as I am I ,more often, fall short of relying whole heartedly on God and his Holy Sprit and what that reliance affords those who put all their trust in Him. :(