Everything we call a trial, a sorrow, or a duty: believe me, an angel's hand is there; the gift is here, and the wonder of an overshadowing presence. Our joys too: be not content with them as joys. They, too, conceal diviner gifts.
Silence is a kind of stillness, a place of retreat into which we may enter and, having entered, may know the Truth.
~ by Myrtle Fillmore