The Altogether Lovely Joy, Treasure, and Absorbing All

From the diary of Ruth Bryan:

What a peculiar year! How rich in mercy, high in joy, deep in conflict, sweet in love—the love of my precious Beloved!

Your love has softened and sweetened all my trials; and here I am—a monument of love's upholding power, feeling sweetly assured that the Lord has heard my prayers, and seen my tears. All shall be well—this deep and dark  trial shall end in songs of praise. "He knows the way that I take," and though, to the flesh, it is like a long dark road, with only occasional rays of brightness; yet, "my soul, wait only upon God"—it will not be in vain. He will either release from this fettering clay, or He will carry triumphantly on. And all shall redound to His praise who lived and died for me—my Lord, my life, my all. Praise for the past, trust for the future, befits Your favored worm, O Lord. I do afresh embrace You by faith, as my joy, my treasure, and my absorbing all. I fall heavily into Your arms, with all my weights. You will sustain me in Your love, in life or death—as seems best to You. Amen.