" I wanted to analyze and dissect my cross, to know how long I would have to carry it and how my carrying it would glorify God. Like a groggy patient fighting to sit upright amid her operation so she can monitor her surgeon’s progress, I wanted to stand outside my suffering and scrutinize God’s work in my soul as He accomplished it. Jesus, I realized, wanted none of this. He did not need my supervision, and he was not asking me to understand my cross. He was asking me to carry it. He wanted me to wake up each morning, bend a knee on the cold wooden floor beside my bed, and offer that day’s suffering and joys for whatever purposes he wished to use them. He wanted me to joyfully embrace my daily duties and leave the big picture to him. "

― Colleen Carroll Campbell , My Sisters the Saints: A Spiritual Memoir