Oh despondent one, I store every tear that you shed. Each of them is a treasure in heaven. You will learn to rejoice in your sufferings. The world teaches that suffering is bad. And it does grieve me. However, I squeeze every drop of good possible out of each trial. I waste none of it. Focus on the good. When you can see what I see, you will say that it was worth it all. Be still. Cease striving. Wrestle, instead, with my energy that works so powerfully in you.