"How shall I help it in future?" I asked after a while, during
which my friend had been silent.
"Help it?" she said cheerfully. "You can't help it, — but
Jesus can."
"But my impatience, and — my pride," I said, very downcast.
" 'Rejoice not against me, O mine enemy; when I fall I shall
arise.' But there is no need you should fall, Daisy. Remember,
'The Lord is able to make him stand' — may be said of every
one of the Lord's people."
"But will He keep me from impatience, and take pride out of my
heart? Why, I did not know it was there, Miss Cardigan."
"Did He say, 'Whatsoever ye shall ask in my name, I will do
it?' And when He has written 'Whatsoever,' are you going to
write it over and put 'anything not too hard'? Neither you nor
me, Daisy!"
" '_Whatsoever_' — Miss Cardigan?" I said slowly.
"He said so. Are you going to write it over again?"
"No," I said. "But then, may one have _anything_ one asks for?"
"Anything in the world — if it is not contrary to His will —
provided we ask in faith, nothing doubting.
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