Bemused and besotted as we are, we still dimly know at heart that nothing which is at all times and in every way agreeable to us can have objective reality.
-C.S. Lewis, Letters to Malcolm
I smile to myself when I remember the line
You said to me at a discouraging time
Like a weather vane being flipped by the wind
You remind me what I need to hear again
That the next page is always better, and it will come
Just keep patience, have faith, and know where it rains down from
While a myriad of unknown lurks around each curve
We are known by the One who steers when we swerve
Still our hearts grow weak and suffer from despair
But it's in You we can find joy on each page, everywhere.
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