Pressing, Letter To My Son
My son, my dear son, do not think it to be strange
when you find yourself going through a bad patch.
When things get hard, you must become harder still.
Look up to God, even when it seems He is not there,
or that He does not care. You owe it to yourself, to your destiny, to those who preceded you, to those who follow you,
to those you love, to those who love you. So, press in, press on,
dig deeper within yourself for the gold that's there. Do not drink
or drug your cares and your pains away, but think through them instead,
realizing that there are those 'in the grandstands' counting on you.
As have all mankind since Adam's fall,
I have experienced trying times,
and I have been in hard places,
but in all times and places,
I have seen God at work.
He has never failed,
nor has he forsaken.
God is good, and a most lovely being.
070822PS
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