Once again, I am kneeling on the coarse coconut mat with my face in my hands and I am asking: “Lord, grant that I may bloom in a single and undivided feeling. May I carry out those thousand ordinary little things with love, but may each of those small acts come from a single central focus of willingness and love.”
(Etty Hillesum /1914–1943/, diary entry, December 3, 1941)