“How can I find you, God? How can I claim your strength?
I am tired, so tired…tense, so tense. And my nerves are screaming.
Now, if ever, I need you. I need your reassurance and your peace.
Yet there is only this raw trembling vacancy inside me.
This sense of emptiness and futility. Come back to me, Lord.
Calm me, quiet me, for I am indeed weary
and heavy-laden and I need your promised rest.”
Marjorie Holmes, 1910-2002