Carry this poem with you in your purse or wallet, and read it when Life’s events
seem overwhelming, it will  definitely help. Please share it with others.

With eager heart and will on fire,
I fought to win my great desire.
“Peace shall be mine, ” I said; but life
Grew bitter in the weary strife.

My soul was tired, and my pride
Was wounded deep: to Heaven I cried,
“God grant me peace or I must die,”
The dumb stars glittered no reply.

Broken at last, I bowed my head,
Forgetting all myself, and said,
“Whatever comes, His will be done,”
And in that moment peace was won.
Henry Van Dyke