My choicest blessing

“A lovely morning. All around me was calculated to impress my heart with love and gratitude, and in my time of stillness, I earnestly sought an increase in ‘the increase of God!’ but to be kept very low at my Saviour’s feet—there only, I know, is safety to be found by me—and to be kept there, even through deep suffering, I now regard as my choicest blessing. 

Most of the morning and afternoon were spent with my much loved friends in the open air, and greatly did I enjoy the contemplation of the beautiful works of God—while for myself and loved ones, (and for those, especially, with whom I have lately been privileged to rest) I craved ability to look more constantly beyond terrestrial things, to the eternal world—to live more constantly to ‘Him who died for us, and rose again.’ 

The recollection of this being the last day of the week has, in recurring to the events of it, been, on some accounts, painful, because I have not been so constantly watchful as ought to have been the case; yet the renewed and precious conviction of the bound-less mercies of my God, excites humble gratitude and heartfelt desire to resign myself wholly to Him.”