O my God,
let me never forget that seasons of consolation are refreshments here,
and nothing more; not our abiding state.
They will not remain with us except in heaven.
Here they are only intended to prepare us for doing and suffering.
I pray Thee, O my God, to give them to me from time to time.
Shed over me the sweetness of Thy Presence, lest I faint by the way;
lest I go about my daily work in a dry spirit,
or am tempted to take pleasure in it for its own sake, and not for Thee.
Give me Thy Divine consolations from time to time;
but let me not rest in them.
Let me use them for the purpose for which Thou givest them.
Let me not think it grievous, let me not be downcast, if they go.
Let them carry me forward to the thought and the desire of heaven.
John Henry Newman, 1801-1890, English Catholic priest, theologian & poet
He gives power to the faint,
and to him who has no might he increases strength.
Even youths shall faint and be weary,
and young men shall fall exhausted;
but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint.