I tell my alarm clock to wake me up the next morning, and the one after the other, and another after that. That is close to being sure about the fact that I, who is barely a speck of dust compared to all things beautiful; am sure of tomorrow.
Tomorrow isn't mine. It's His, it's always His.
He's a Giver, and more often than not I take things without giving any thanks.
More often, than not.