This knowledge makes me strong.

So I am set, with strength which you yourself give me, to inflict this suffering upon you.
Take this absence and use its bitterness to sting you to search for truth.

Take its anguish to God.

Pray for light, pray for the Spirit of God.

And when light comes--Oh, love, the thought of that joy seems too great to bear except before the throne of God! I shall not write again; you will meet this grief in the solitude of your own soul, where even I dare not come to break the silence which may be the voice of God.