But I, O Lord, cry out to you;
with my morning prayer I wait upon you.
Why, O Lord, do you reject me;
why hide from me your face?
I am afflicted and in agony from my youth;
I am dazed with the burden of your dread.
Your furies have swept over me;
your terrors cut me off.
They encompass me like water all the day;
on all sides they close in upon me.
Companion and neighbor you have taken away from me;
my only friend is darkness.
O Lord, you have probed me and you know me;
You know when I sit and when I stand;
you understand my thoughts from afar.
My journeys and rest you scrutinize,
with all my ways you are familiar.
Even before a word is on my tongue, behold,
O Lord, you know the whole of it.
Behind me and before, you hem me in
and rest your hand upon me.
The eyes of all look hopefully to you,
And you give them their food in due season;
You open your hand
And satisfy the desire of every living thing.
The Lord is just in all his ways
And holy in all his works
The Lord is near to all who call upon him,
to all who call upon him in truth.
And behold, I am with you always, until the end of the age.
Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks, receives; and the one who seeks, finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened. Which one of you would hand his son a stone when he asks for a loaf of bread, or a snake when he asks for a fish? If you then, who are wicked, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good things to those who ask him.
Courage, dear heart.
– C.S. Lewis