When it gets rough

Hudson Taylor’s prayer letter to home.

I have often asked you to remember me in prayer, and when i have done so there has been much need of it. That need has never been greater than at the present time. Envied by some, despised by many, hated perhaps by others, often blamed for things I never heard of, or had nothing to do with; an innovator on what have become established rules of missionary practice; an opponent of mighty systems of heathen error and superstition; working without precedent in many respects, and with few experienced helpers; often sick in body, as well as perplexed in mind and embarrassed by circumstances; had not the Lord been specially gracious to me, had not my mind been sustained by the conviction that the work is His and that He is with me in what it is not empty figure to call “the thick of the conflict,” I must have fainted and broken down. But the battle is the Lord’s, and He will conquer. We may fail, do fail continually, but He never fails. Still I need your prayers more than ever before.