“Give it up to God. Do you trust God and think He will forsake you?”
“No; it’s myself I am not sure of.”
“You should be part of God.”
“Not here.”
“Where else, then?”
“In heaven.”
“It begins on earth for those of sufficient intelligence; and for the others, they do not count.”
“I’m one of the last, then. It is so hard, so very, very hard, and I have no strength at all.”
Then a very long silence followed—the terrible fight between weakness and trust, between blind ignorance and all-conquering wisdom, the spirit’s humble discipline; and at last she turned to him, and said:
“I’ll give it up! And if I sacrifice my heart or head, it’s all the same, seeing God is the receiver, and He knows best.”