Do we take the blessings that the common days bring to us? Do we extract the honey from every flower that grows by our path? Do not angels come to us unawares in homely or unattractive disguise, walk with us, talk with us, and then only become known to us when they have flown away — when their places are empty? Shall we not learn to see the goodness and the beauty in the gifts that God sends to us? Their very commonness veils their blessedness. Let us seek for the good in everything. Then, though we see it not, let us never doubt that it lies hidden in every gift of God to us. Every moment brings us some benediction. Even the rough hand of trial holds in its clasp for us some treasure of love.