Were In Prayer, As Indeed You Ought

It Is This Unquiet Self-love That Renders Us So Sensitive. The Sick Man, Who Sleeps Ill, Thinks The Night Long. We Exaggerate, From Cowardice, All The Evils Which We Encounter; They Are Great, But Our Sensibility Increases Them. The True Way To Bear Them Is To Yield Ourselves Up With Confidence To God.

Exactness And Neatness In Moderation Is A Virtue, But Carried To Extremes Narrows The Mind.

O Lord, I Do Most Cheerfully Commit All Unto Thee.

God Bears With Imperfect Beings Even When They Resist His Goodness. We Ought To Imitate This Merciful Patience And Endurance. It Is Only Imperfection That Complains Of What Is Imperfect. The More Perfect We Are, The More Gentle And Quiet We Become Toward The Defects Of Other People.

As The Reflections Of Our Pride Upon Our Defects Are Bitter, Disheartening, And Vexatious, So The Return Of The Soul Towards God Is Peaceful And Sustained By Confidence. You Will Find By Experience How Much More Your Progress Will Be Aided By This Simple, Peaceful Turning Towards God, Than By All Your Chagrin And Spite At .the Faults That Exist In You.