There Is Never Any Peace For Those

A Cross Borne In Simplicity, Without The Interference Of Self-love To Augment It, Is Only Half A Cross. Suffering In This Simplicity Of Love, We Are Not Only Happy In Spile Of The Cross, But Because Of It; For Love Is Pleased In Suffering For The Well Beloved, And The Cross Which Forms Us Into His Image Is A Consoling Bond Of Love.

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.

It Is Often Our Own Imperfection Which Makes Us Reprove The Imperfection Of Others; A Sharp-sighted Self-love Of Others

Simplicity Is That Grace Which Frees The Soul From All Unnecessary Reflections Upon Itself.

God Would Behold In You A Simplicity Which Will Contain So Much The More Of His Wisdom As It Contains Less Of Your Own.