All life fashioned by His hand. All events filtered through His fingers. Trust born in the light, blooms in the dark as He works in silence, invisible yet with effectiveness. Always working for His glory and the good of those who love Him. In the debilitating despair, in the depths of disease, in the darkness of death. Where are You? My God, why have You forsaken? Silence does not mean distance. A never-sleeping Yahweh clears the path strewn with trials or carries the beloved through them.