Every day you must think it, at any idle moment when I come to your mind; every night when you waken in the dark and silence, you must think, 'Wherever he is, he is waiting for me, perhaps awake as I am now, praying, with a power that will surely draw me.' You will come somehow.

Perhaps, when I reach winter quarters, you will have changed your mind.

One never knows how God may fashion these little providences.

But He will bring you safe to me out of that Gentile perdition.

Remember, child, God has set his hand in these last days to save the human family from the ruins of the fall, and some way, He alone knows how, you will come to me and find me waiting." "As if you needed to wait for me when I am here now ready for you, willing to be taken!" "Don't, don't, dear! There are two of me now, and one can't stand the pain.