Edith to Stuart
8.1.18
My Belovéd,
I seems like an anniversary today; it seemed like one yesterday and it will be like one to tomorrow. Yesterday was the anniversary of the Beginning of Things, and I sometimes wonder if anything will ever be better than that Beginning. I never dreamed of anything half so wonderful as the joy you gave me on that day. So, by way of keeping that anniversary, I bought our picture. I did not exactly mean to buy it, but I went to look at my picture at Mowbray’s, and that is so very far out of reach (you see, I am not content with the one I have). Then I went to look at the other, and it was not in the window. I took courage, and went in to ask the price of it, quite expecting that it was out of reach also. But I was pleasantly surprised, and – I bought it. I think perhaps it was cheap because there is a little white tablet missing from the bottom of the frame. I can see the marks where the screens went in. Now, I can look at the picture as often as I like. I look at it, and wonder if that joy will be greater than the joy at the Beginning of Things (I think it will) I wonder, too, if you will sit on my bed like that, and bring me primroses. I hope it will be in the Spring time, so that you may. And then I pray one little tiny prayer, that God will make me worthy of that great joy, and responsibility. I think that picture will help me a lot. I cannot look at it without thinking of our future, our Home, and the earnest preparation which should be going on now; and I ask myself if I am doing anything which will hinder our happiness the least little bit.
Now, Belovéd, once more I must say, “Goodnight”. We are well on the way to the End of the Beginning, when I shall be with you always, Best of men. Hear me whispering this as you go to sleep, “I love you, I love – Goodnight.”
Through every minute of this day,
Be with me, Lord!
Through every day of all this week,
Be with me, Lord!
Through every week of all this year,
Be with me, Lord!
Through all the years of all this life,
Be with me, Lord!
So shall the days and weeks and years
Be threaded on a golden cord,
And all draw on with sweet accord
Unto Thy fullness, Lord,
That is, when Time is past,
By Grace, I may at last,
Be with Thee, Lord.
(c) DearestBeloved 2011
Friday, 18 March 2011
4 January 1918 Suart to Edith - Letter #62
Stuart to Edith
Jan. 4 1918
Best of Women,
I must write a few lines this morning, I feel that you more than want them, and I hope they will be of some use to you; this sounds very conceited, I know (I wonder if it is so).
I think I do not quite understand what you wished to tell me, for I cannot believe exactly what you wrote. You drew a bad picture, Belovéd, but what I feel about it is this. You were tempted and you mistook the temptation for the sin; you felt that the suggestions to evil were the evil itself. I have felt that same thing many, many times, especially when I was fighting particularly hard against the evil which was my chief fault; evil suggestions would come and I got very downhearted.
But temptation is not sin, for was not Jesus tempted?
Again, I believe those who have the greatest temptations and conquer are those who make the best men and women; they may fall more often than those who endure less, but they are all the stronger and hardier for their struggle, they bear the honourable scars of a soldier.
This is very much what you once called “preachy stuff” and I fear I am sometimes inclined that way, but I would not have written this at all if I had not thought and hoped it would be of some use. You could say it all to yourself I know, but to have someone else say it makes a lot of difference.
Now for a little while, Goodbye. You are still and always will be I hope the Best of Women to me, you are my Great White Queen and I wish I could do more for your to show you how very precious you are to me and how far above me you seem, but, Dearest, Belovéd, Sweetheart, I will now say that we will be one and the same and we will go higher and higher till everything is Perfect, Home, Love, Character, everything.
This is for this morning, so I must not, as I have little time, say a long Goodbye, but just God be with you and keep you till I see you to night.
(c) DearestBeloved 2011
Jan. 4 1918
Best of Women,
I must write a few lines this morning, I feel that you more than want them, and I hope they will be of some use to you; this sounds very conceited, I know (I wonder if it is so).
I think I do not quite understand what you wished to tell me, for I cannot believe exactly what you wrote. You drew a bad picture, Belovéd, but what I feel about it is this. You were tempted and you mistook the temptation for the sin; you felt that the suggestions to evil were the evil itself. I have felt that same thing many, many times, especially when I was fighting particularly hard against the evil which was my chief fault; evil suggestions would come and I got very downhearted.
But temptation is not sin, for was not Jesus tempted?
Again, I believe those who have the greatest temptations and conquer are those who make the best men and women; they may fall more often than those who endure less, but they are all the stronger and hardier for their struggle, they bear the honourable scars of a soldier.
This is very much what you once called “preachy stuff” and I fear I am sometimes inclined that way, but I would not have written this at all if I had not thought and hoped it would be of some use. You could say it all to yourself I know, but to have someone else say it makes a lot of difference.
Now for a little while, Goodbye. You are still and always will be I hope the Best of Women to me, you are my Great White Queen and I wish I could do more for your to show you how very precious you are to me and how far above me you seem, but, Dearest, Belovéd, Sweetheart, I will now say that we will be one and the same and we will go higher and higher till everything is Perfect, Home, Love, Character, everything.
This is for this morning, so I must not, as I have little time, say a long Goodbye, but just God be with you and keep you till I see you to night.
(c) DearestBeloved 2011
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