“The isolation of my soul, the constant and painful injuries caused by those who are hostile or indifferent, especially when they are near and dear to me, the sadness of feeling unequal to the great task to be accomplished, the sufferings of my heart, the difficulties of my life, the misery of my physical weakness – this is the rugged soil, my God, in which Thou wilt cause joy to grow.”

                                                                  -Elisabeth Leseur

For Reflection:

What is the “soil” out of which God desires to grow joy in my life?