The battle is almost won when we can say through the tears, “Bless me still, my Father. The road I must walk is rough and rocky, but thou knowest the way that I take. Bless me in my trouble. Bless me in my sorrow. Bless me in my loneliness. Bless me in my doubts and my trials.” And if the desires of our heart are withheld, still must we hold on and hold out and live by the faith that the Lord will not leave, not forsake us. One walking the night with such a faith is sure to come to the morning.
May God walk you thru this night.