Dear Friends: If, perchance, sorrow has come to dwell within the hearts of any of you, you will need—as I have had great need—of a truly “quiet hour.” One in which your very spirit can relax and grow calm and wait for comfort.
Sometimes I have entered it with an important problem to decide upon, and left with a clearer sense of what was right and best. I go, too, when I am very happy to pour out my thanksgiving.
So my nook with its quiet hour has grown to be a very necessary part of my life. I do not go every day, often not every week, but whenever I feel the great need of it. Of course, I arrange the domestic regime so that I shall not be needed or missed for a time. I do not say that I am going to my nook. I just quietly see that some one else is at hand to watch over everything and I slip away.