"I do, I do. But that is easy to do," she returned.

"And do you think that the work God gives us to do is never easy? Jesus
says his yoke is easy, his burden is light. People sometimes refuse to do
God's work just because it is easy. This is, sometimes, because they cannot
believe that easy work is his work; but there may be a very bad pride in
it: it may be because they think that there is little or no honour to be
got in that way; and therefore they despise it. Some again accept it with
half a heart, and do it with half a hand. But, however easy any work may
be, it cannot be well done without taking thought about it. And such
people, instead of taking thought about their work, generally take thought
about the morrow, in which no work can be done any more than in yesterday.
The Holy Present!--I think I must make one more sermon about it--although
you, Connie," I said, meaning it for a little joke, "do think that I have
said too much about it already."

"Papa, papa! do forgive me. This is a judgment on me for talking to you as
I did that dreadful morning. But I was so happy that I was impertinent."

"You silly darling!" I said. "A judgment! God be angry with you for that!
Even if it had been anything wrong, which it was not, do you think God has
no patience? No, Connie. I will tell you what seems to me much more likely.
You wanted something to do; and so God gave you something to do."

"Lying in bed and doing nothing!"

"Yes. Just lying in bed, and doing his will."

"If I could but feel that I was doing his will!"