“Nothing my Father and I have made is ever wasted. The little wildflowers have a wonderful lesson to teach. They offer themselves so sweetly and confidently and willingly, even if it seems there is no ones to appreciate them…it is so happy to love, even though one is not loved in return.
All the fairest beauties in the human soul, its greatest victories, and its most splendid achievements are always those which no one else knows anything about, or can only dimly guess at.
Every inner response of the human heart to love and every conquest over self-love is a new flower on the tree of love.”
“Hinds Feet on High Places” by Hannah Hurnard