"Oh, General, what a calamity!" exclaimed his chaplain to Stonewall Jackson when the latter lost his left arm in battle. To this the General, thanking him for his sympathy, replied:"... You see me wounded, but not depressed or unhappy. I believe it has been according to God's holy will, and I resign myself entirely to it.
"You may think it strange, but you never saw me more perfectly contented than today. I am sure my heavenly Father designs this affliction for my good. I am perfectly satisfied that either in this life or in that which is to come, I shall discover that what is now regarded as a calamity is a blessing. I can wait until God, in His own time, shall make known to me the object He has in afflicting me.
"Why should I not rather rejoice in it as a blessing and not look on it as a calamity at all? If it were in my power to replace my arm, I would not dare do it unless I could know it was the will of my heavenly Father."
"Ill that God blesses is our good,
and unblessed good is ill;
All is right that seems most wrong,
if it be His sweet will."