I have learned to not expect but, rather receive in all circumstances even, my faintest breath as a gift of mercy from God Himself. For I have come to well know that, to the displeasure of my flesh, all things in this temporary place shall ultimately come to an end. But my spirit endures by faith . . . that is hope, not in the things of this world but, in the everlasting God who, as I trust and obey Him He, makes me happy in Jesus. My Savior’s promise of His love is as a precious shower of blessing to refresh me in all seasons.