"The small forerunner, swept by the wind out of the ocean's heart, falling back, shattered into that heart without having apparently achieved much. But the tide is the ocean heart itself, moving irresistibly to victory, yet needing the broken waves, every one of them, to achieve it's aim.... All that matters is that we let ourselves go to the driving force behind, to be sent just as fast and as far as God wills and then to fall back content as the wave that has spent itself, into that ocean of love from whence we came, waiting there to see the hour of God's high tide."
-Lilias Trotter-
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