It is a part of my religion to look well after the cheerfulness of life, and let the dismals shift for themselves.
-Louisa May Alcott (Little Women).
No man or woman of the humblest sort can really be strong,, gentle, pure, and good without somebody being helped and comforted by the very existence of that goodness.
One small life in God’s great plan
How futile it seems as the ages roll
Do what it may or strive as it can
To alter the sweep of the infinite whole!
A single stitch in an endless web
A drop in the ocean’s flow and ebb
But the pattern is rent where the stitch is lost
Or marred where the tangles threads have crossed
And each life the fails of the true intent
Mars the the perfect plan that the Master meant.