When doubt and fear of deprivation seemed
to overwhelm my faith,
I turned to God and cried,
"Save me, Father, from my despair!"
And the voice within replied,
"Did I lead Israel into the wilderness
to die?
Did I require the widow of Zarephath
to starve?
Did I take back the Shunammite's son?
Are you not Israel, my child?
Are you not the widow?
Are you not the Shunammite?"
And then I knew,
"It is well."
