Just as I have a lovely week, other people do not.  I was reminded of this poem/prayer someone sent me about a decade ago, maybe it will help someone, somehow...

Even as we seem to be dying

In weakness,

In fear,

Overwhelmed by all the force against us,

There are moments when we know

That we will never be determined

By any of that.

There is a God

Who says to us

Weep strongly,

Be strongly afraid,

Care strongly,

Choose life strongly in faith,

And I will live strongly

In all of that.

There is a God

Who moves from hill to mountain top,

Who stands high in the depths of the pit,

Who gasps free of the waters of drowning

And plants the cross-shaped tree

On the very shaking ground on which we stand

As tough our trembling earth is like a rock.

There is a God

Who steps free

Of the binding chains around our souls

And calls us in a voice

Which always knows our name,

Who always feels our pain,

Who lifts our feet

As through our life

Stands cupped in a saving hand

And cherished forever in a life-filled place.

Dorothy McRae McMahon in Liturgies for the Journey of Life,SPCK, 2000, p 124