From The Valley of Vision
My Dear Lord,
I depend wholly upon thee, wean me from all other dependences. Thou art my all, thou dost overrule all and delight in me.
Thou art the foundation of goodness, how can I distrust thee? how be anxious about what happens to me? In the light of thy preciousness the world and all its enjoyments are infinitely poor:
I value the favour of men no more than pebbles. Amid the blessings I receive from thee may I never lose the heart of a stranger.
May I love thee, my Benefactor, in all my benefits, not forgetting that my greatest danger arises from my advantages. Produce in me self-despair that will make Jesus precious to me, delightful in all his offices, pleasurable in all his ways, and may I love his commands as well as his promises.
Help me to discern between true and false love, the one consisting of spreme love to thee, the other not, the former uniting thy glory and man's happiness that they may become one common interest, the latter disjointing and separating them both, seeking th elatter with neglect of the former.
Teach me that genuine love is different in kind from that wrought by rational arguments or the motive of self-interest, that such love is a pleasing passion affording joy to the mind where it is.
Grant me grace to distinguish between the genuine and the false, and to rest in thee who art all love.
Have a blessed weekend, friends!