“I do not know how,” rubbing the soil from her fingers, “to love when I lose faith. I do not know how and it worries me.”
“You mean that you do not know how to honor and trust when you lose faith. Are you so far on the journey of life as that? Must I congratulate you, daughter?”
“No human teaching can teach you to love where you have lost faith.”
“Well; nobody asks me to!”
“If any body ever does, look at your own failings; that pulls me through.”
“I understand that,” still speaking in a troubled voice, “but all the love and patience do no good; people do not change because we love them.”
“No, they do not change, but we change.”
“That is not enough for me; I am not satisfied with the blessing of giving, I want the other somebody to have the blessing of receiving.”
“We do not know the end.”