Thy Will, Not Mine

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A young girl, who had struggled with the question of submission to God, said: “I could see easily enough that making God’s way my way was very different from submitting just because I had to do it, or because I felt that it was my duty. I was on the way down to Miss Howland’s to see about having my new dress made. I had some notion of how I wanted it to look, but when I showed her the materials she told me how it ought to be made and trimmed, and it wasn’t the least bit as I had planned. I didn’t altogether understand her, but I fell right in with her plan and was perfectly satisfied to have her go ahead with it. Now, it is just because I know Miss Howland so well, and we are in such perfect sympathy on questions of color, etc., that I am at rest in letting her work it out, though I don’t know just how she is going to do it. She knows what suits me better than I know myself. And it seemed to me,” dropping her voice a little, “that we ought to be just that way with God.”
If our hearts are in harmony, we will be able to say that His will is ours, even when we don’t know what it is. He knows what is suited to us better than we can possibly know.

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