Dear Diary, When I considered all His ways I remember I am but a partical of dust blowing in the wind, a tiny blade of grass that's here today and gone tomorrow, a speck in the vast fathom of time and space, yet He gives consideration to me and is acquainted with all my ways. When I look upon my state and my head hangs low He gives me beauty instead of shame, when my spirit is disrupted within me He gives me the oil of joy for my sorrow and when I can take it any longer He gives me the garments of praise for my spirit of heaviness. Who is a God like unto you O Lord?