When you are forgotten or neglected, or
purposely set at naught, and you smile inwardly, glorying in the insult or the
oversight, because you are, thereby, counted worthy to suffer with Christ—that
is victory.
When you good is evil spolen of, when your
wishes are crossed, your taste offended, your advice disregarded, you opinions
ridiculed, and you take it all in patient, loving silence—that is victory.
When you are content with any food, andy
raiment, and climate, any society, any solitude, any interruption by the will
of God—that is victory.
“Lord Jesus, make Thyself to me
A living, bright Reality;
More present to faith’s vision keen
That any earthly object seen;
More dear, more intimately nigh
Than e’en the dearest
earthly tie.”
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