O Merciful God… I look upon you as my friend, my only refuge and constant benefactor. When I grieve for my sins, it is not for fear of punishment, but from the cutting reflection of my… ingratitude in offending my creator and preserver, the God in whom I live and move and have my being, the God to whom I owe infinitely more than I can conceive… [Let me] give thanks and say continually, “Lord, not my will, but yours be done,” Amen.
- Mrs. Lefevre, early English Methodist leader
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