Shall a child cry when the mother takes it up at night out of a frightful dream? No. The child seeks its mother’s bosom, and is at rest. Shall God’s great arm be round about you, and shall the bosom of unfailing love be your supply, and shall you go moaning and crying as if you were orphans and were neglected? Oh, let the light of Christ’s love, the joy of His presence, the opening of the heavens so that you shall see Him as He is, redeem you from anxious care?
Henry Ward Beecher
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