Depending on God...

I have seen the Christian man in the depths of poverty,
when he lived from hand to mouth, and scarcely knew
where he should find the next meal- still with his mind
unruffled, calm, and quiet.

If he had been as rich as an prince, he could not have had less
care; if he had been told that his bread should always be
delivered to his door, and the stream which ran fast by should
never run dry-- if he had been quite sure that ravens would
bring him bread and meat in the morning, and again in the
evening, he would not have been one bit more calm.