Second, I'd like to share these words from George MacDonald...
"Therefore, O Lord, when all things common seem,
When all is dust, and self the center clod,
When grandeur is a hopeless, foolish dream,
And anxious care more reasonable than God--
Out of the ashes I will call to thee--
In spite of dead distrust call earnestly:
O thou who livest, call, then answer dying me."