Blessed Are The Poor In Spirit." Blessed

Were In Prayer, As Indeed You Ought To Be.

We Must Have Faith During The Period Of Our Grief. We Think That Our Afflictions Will Be Greater Than We Can Bear, But We Do Not Know The Strength Of Our Own Hearts, Nor The Power Of God. He Knows All. He Knows Every Folding Of The Heart And Also The Extent Of The Sorrow That He Inflicts. What We Think Will Overwhelm Us Entirely Only Subdues And Conquers Our Pride. Our Renewed Spirit Rises From Its Subjugation With A Celestial Strength And Consolation.

The Greatest Of All Crosses Is Self. If We Die In Part Every Day, We Shall Have But Little To Do On The Last. These Little Daily Deaths Will Destroy The Power Of The Final Dying.

God Is Our True Friend, Who Always Gives Us The Counsel And Comfort We Need. Our Danger Lies In Resisting Him; So It Is Essential That We Acquire The Habit Of Hearkening To His Voice, Or Keeping Silence Within, And Listening So As To Lose Nothing Of What He Says To Us.

It Is Better To Die Than To Tell A Lie