There are hours in which this entire world, in the midst of which we are happy to live, “seems to turn against us.”
Our intentions are misconceived, wrong meanings are given to our words; we detect a malicious smile, or a half-unkind word, which leads us to suspect a thought hostile to us; our warm greeting meets with a cool reception, a curt refusal repulses our offers of service… Oh! how hard are these hours, and the more so as we do not know why they are sent upon us.
The secret is to bear this quietly and patiently
Courage, patience, poor desolate soul! God makes a furrow in your heart in order to sow his graces therein.
It is rare that these injustices, patiently borne, do not give at the end of the day an extraordinary feeling of calmness and joy.
It is the seed cast forth by God which is taking root and blossoming.
– From: Golden Grains, Eighth Edition, H.M. Gill and Son, Dublin, 1889