Not lost, but gone before.
The best we can say to God in prayer, is what He has said to us.
The riches we impart are the only wealth we shall always retain.
So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did not only sigh but roar.
What we count the ills of life are often blessings in disguise, resulting in good to us in the end. Though for the present not joyous but grievous, yet, if received in a right spirit, they work out fruits of righteousness for us at last.
That which God plants he will take care to keep watered.