Only The Hand That Erases Can Write

A Question Arises Regarding The Angels Who Dwell With Us, Serve Us And Protect Us, Whether Their Joys Are Equal To Those Of The Angels In Heaven, Or Whether They Are Diminished By The Fact That They Protect And Serve Us. No, They Are Certainly Not; For The Work Of The Angels Is The Will Of God, And The Will Of God Is The Work Of The Angels; Their Service To Us Does Not Hinder Their Joy Nor Their Working. If God Told An Angel To Go To A Tree And Pluck Caterpillars Off It, The Angel Would Be Quite Ready To Do So, And It Would Be His Happiness, If It Were The Will Of God.

Stillness Is Where Creativity And Solutions Are Found.

A Life Of Rest And Peace In God Is Good; A Life Of Pain Lived In Patience Is Still Better; But To Have Peace In A Life Of Pain Is Best Of All.

Philosophers Say The Soul Is Double-faced, Her Upper Face Gazes At God All The Time And Her Lower Face Looks Somewhat Down, Informing The Senses; And The Upper Face, Which Is The Summit Of The Soul, Is In Eternity And Has Nothing To Do With Time: It Knows Nothing Of Time Or Of Body.

For A Heart To Be Perfectly Ready It Has To Be Perfectly Empty. In This Condition It Has Attained Its Maximum Capacity.