Whatever your problem is...
c/o Smuch, Cape Cod, Massachusetts, 02601
A few years ago my, whilst sailing the seven seas, my old yacht sprung a leak and sank, By the grace of God I washed up on an island. It was a small, uninhabited island. Sometimes it was very depressing being stuck on an island. So I prayed constantly for God to rescue me. Every day I looked out to the horizon for help, but never saw a single ship.
I built a little hut out of driftwood for me and my few possessions. One day, I was exploring the island and I saw smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened; my hut was burning. I was filled with grief and anger and I remember I yelled "God, how could you do this to me!"
But you know what? Early the next day I saw a motorboat approaching the island. Men came to rescue me. "How did you know I was here?" I asked them and one of the men said "We saw your smoke signal."