It has to be a happiness to exert ourselves for His service, that if I can do just a little service, I shall feel it like the last gleam of sunshine, falling on the evening of long and cloudy sky. Tis my happiness here and below; not to live without service, not to live without cross. Everyone likes to be left entirely mistress of her own decision. To be consented to her own will. In service one learns to bow to others' will, before one learns to bow to God's will. There will be a time when one consents to bow to God's will of her own free will, not as a favour to others nor herself.

posted by Graciana@Home at 10:28 am