We lift our voice to Thee in prayer; also, for all our dear ones.  Lord bless the sick and make them well as soon as it is right they should be.  Sanctify to them all they have to bear.  There are also dear friends who are very weak; some that are very trembling.  God bless them.  While the tent is being taken down may the inhabitant within look on with calm joy, for we shall by-and-by "be clothed upon with our house that is from heaven."  Lord help us to sit very loose by all these things here below.  May we live here like strangers and make the world not a house but an inn, in which we sup and lodge, expecting to be on our journey tomorrow.
                                                                                                                                       C. H. Spurgeon