Our prayer can never be too urgent, too persistent, if only we kneel by Your side and follow Your lead, O Lord. We may return again and again upon the same plea: _Abba, Pater, omnia Tibi possibilia sunt._ All things, all things are possible to Thee; take this chalice from me. Yet--for Thou knowest best, and I am shortsighted and self-seeking, and know not the things that are for my peace--_not my will, but Thine be done_. Let that will be done which in a little while, when I look down upon this trial from the unclouded brightness of my place in heaven, I shall joyfully own to have been for the best, better a thousand times than anything I could have devised. “Father, if Thou wilt, remove this chalice from me. But if this chalice may not pass away, but I must drink it, Thy will be done.” [101] Acts xvii. [102] Acts xvii. [103] Heb. iv. [104] Mark vii. [105] Heb. v. [106] Mark xiv. [107] Luke xxii. [108] Matt. xxvi. XXXIV. “BE READY!” (_A visit for the First Friday of the month._) “_Be ready!_” Your word of warning, Lord, and my one desire. And so I come to You to get ready. I shall be too weak and suffering on my bed of death, too appalled by the sight of my past life to be able to do much by way of preparation for the Last Sacraments. Yet I shall need all their grace, and I must bring to them at least the necessary dispositions. Take the care of all upon Yourself. See Yourself to my dispositions. Look upon all as a trust committed to You long ago, committed to You again and again with the more self-abandonment as the time and circumstances of my last hour are absolutely unknown to me. Let me find out in that hour how well it is to have hoped in the Lord. Let me find You, my Lord, in death equal to Yourself--to all I have found You in life.