How very beautiful and consoling our faith is! For the little work we do here on earth it promises in return all the joys of assured happiness.

Strengthen in us, O God, the work You have begun in us.

The dear Lord has favored us with a share of His cross. The greatest and undoubtedly the hardest to bear is the lack of success in our work here. If a saint had been in charge, all would have gone well.

Let us bear our cross and leave it to God to determine the length and the weight.

What interests you most is our present condition: it is what we would have desired, thorny and difficult, but it is made easier by the unction of grace and alleviated by an all-kind Providence whose help is never withdrawn and whose protection is felt at every moment.

God alone and the desire of His glory - nothing else matters.

Really, it is the Lord who carries the cross, for He knows how to make the soul content with little or no consolation and always to find strength in the words..."Thy will be done."