All along, let us remember we are not asked to understand, but simply to obey.

He hath never failed thee yet. Never will His love forget. O fret not thyself nor let Thy heart be troubled, Neither let it be afraid.

Joy is not gush. Joy is not mere jolliness. Joy is perfect acquiescence ~ acceptance, rest ~ in God’s will, whatever comes.

We have all eternity to celebrate the victories but only a few hours before sunset to win them.

And shall I pray Thee change Thy will, my Father, Until it be according unto mine? But, no, Lord, no, that never shall be, rather I pray Thee blend my human will with Thine. I pray Thee hush the hurrying, eager longing, I pray Thee soothe the pangs of keen desire— See in my quiet places, wishes thronging— Forbid them, Lord, purge, though it be with fire.

Oh, will you pray? Stop now and pray, lest desire turn to feeling and feeling evaporate.

Love knows how to do without what it naturally wants. Love knows how to say, 'What does it matter.'