We Are A Long Time

Here Am I, Send Me; Send Me To The Ends Of The Earth; Send Me To The Rough, The Savage Lost Of The Wilderness; Send Me From All That Is Called Comfort On Earth; Send Me Even To Death Itself, If It Be But In Your Service, And To Promote Your Kingdom

Oh That I May Never Loiter On My Heavenly Journey.

As Long As I See Anything To Be Done For God, Life Is Worth Having; But O How Vain And Unworthy It Is To Live For Any Lower End!

In Prayer I Was Exceedingly Enlarged, And My Soul Was As Much Drawn Out As I Ever Remember It To Have Been In My Life. I Was In Such Anguish, And Pleaded With So Much Earnestness And Importunity, That When I Rose From My Knees I Felt Extremely Weak And Overcome; I Could Scarce Walk Straight; My Joints Were Loosed; The Sweat Ran Down My Face And Body; And Nature Seemed As If It Would Dissolve.

It Is Impossible For Any Rational Creature To Be Happy Without Acting All For God. God Himself Could Not Make Him Happy Any Other Way... There Is Nothing In The World Worth Living For But Doing Good And Finishing God's Work, Doing The Work That Christ Did. I See Nothing Else In The World That Can Yield Any Satisfaction Besides Living To God, Pleasing Him, And Doing His Whole Will.