Though the fig tree should not blossom,

nor fruit be on the vines,

the produce of the olive fail

    and the fields yield no food,

the flock be cut off from the fold

    and there be no herd in the stalls,

yet

   I will rejoice in the LORD;

I will take joy

       in the God of my salvation.

God, the Lord,

             is my strength;

He makes my feet like the deer's;

He makes me tread

             on my high places.

               Habakkuk 3. 17-19

(My favorite words in the Bible:

              Yet God.

No. Matter. What.

Even when it looks like

     this is not going to end well,

even when I am overwhelmed,

even on the scariest precipices,

             nothing to hold onto,

         my feet can't touch bottom,

yet God.

    I stake my life

                 on His steadfast love.)