Oh, How Precious Is Time, And How

In The Silences I Make In The Midst Of The Turmoil Of Life I Have Appointments With God. From These Silences I Come Forth With Spirit Refreshed, And With A Renewed Sense Of Power. I Hear A Voice In The Silences, And Become Increasingly Aware That It Is The Voice Of God.

My Desires Seem Especially To Be After Weanedness From The World, Perfect Deadness To It, And That I May Be Crucified To All Its Allurements. My Soul Desires To Feel Itself More Of A Pilgrim And A Stranger Here Below, That Nothing May Divert Me From Pressing Through The Lonely Desert, Till I Arrive At My Father's House.

I Bless God For This Retirement: I Never Was More Thankful For Any Thing Than I Have Been Of Late For The Necessity I Am Under Of Self-denial In Many Respects.

I Fear God Never Showed Mercy To One So Vile As I.

It Is Impossible For Any Rational Creature To Be Happy Without Acting All For God. God Himself Could Not Make Him Happy Any Other Way... There Is Nothing In The World Worth Living For But Doing Good And Finishing God's Work, Doing The Work That Christ Did. I See Nothing Else In The World That Can Yield Any Satisfaction Besides Living To God, Pleasing Him, And Doing His Whole Will.