human
I’ve got it, Master Carol. It came this morning--the little book you’ve told me about. My daughter wrote for me. We didn’t quite know where to write, so we just addressed the letter: ’Christian Science Church, London,’ and a kind lady has sent me this book. It isn’t quite new, and she writes that I shall value it more if it costs me something. I am just to pay what I can, and send the money as I am able.
gpt
Oh, Auntie, isn’t Love beautiful! You see Love _has_ found a way. Mr. Higgs will lend it to you to read to me a little time--won’t you, Mr. Higgs?
human
I’ll be very happy to, Master Carol.
gpt
He sent His angel.
human
Please be seated, Mr. Higgs, whilst I read. Is there any particular part you would like me to read, Carol?
gpt
No, Auntie--just open the book; let Love find the place.
human
Carol, you so frequently speak of Love as of a personality. What do you mean, dear?
gpt
Auntie, God is Love. But when we speak of God, it seems we must bow our head, and think reverently of the great ’I Am.’ But when we speak of Love--we can just creep into Love’s arms, and ask Love anything.
human
Even to find a place in a book,
gpt
Yes, Auntie--even that.
human
Divine Love always has met and always will meet every human need.