In the Midst

Sometimes in the midst of disappointment or in the midst of sorrow as I look around at the circumstances in which I find myself, I have the tendency to want to lash out at God and ask Him what in the world He's up to--can't He--shouldn't He be doing more (Of course, more for me and those I love is what I mean). And then the Spirit quietly whispers to my heart and soul, "Your Savior willingly left Heaven to come to earth and die a horrible death in order that you might through My wooing spend eternity in His presence free from all sin and disappointment and sorrow. Free from all. Forever. And then He promises you that all things will work to the good of those who love Him. All things. Will--not might. And then He promises you that nothing at all can separate you from such amazing love--nothing; for all of eternity. What is this "more" that you're asking for?" And then on my knees and in my heart I must cry out, "Yes, Lord. You are all I need."