Dear refuge of my weary soul,
On thee, when sorrows rise,
On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.

The all-victorious Christ is like a great rock in a weary land, to whose shelter we may flee in every time of sorrow or trial, finding quiet refuge and peace in him.

From the tears of sorrow, grow the seeds of hope.

Tell her, if you wiil, that sorrow / Need not come in vain; / Tell her that the lesson taught her / Far outweighs the pain.

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human enough hope to make you happy.

Michael Steele has been recruited for some time to run for the seat. We hope he does. Not until he makes a formal announcement that he has decided to run is he an announced candidate.