I do not know when I have had happier times in my soul, than when I have been sitting at work, with nothing before me but a candle and a white cloth and hearing no sound but that of my own breath, with God in my soul and heaven in my eye …
I rejoice in being exactly what I am, a creature capable of loving God, and who, as long as God lives, must be happy. I get up and look for a while out the window, and gaze at the moon and stars, the work of an Almighty hand.
I think of the grandeur of the universe, and then sit down, and think myself one of the happiest beings in it.
By A Poor Methodist Woman, 18th Century
{ 0 comments… add one now }
You must log in to post a comment.