Leave Everything To God !

I am a fool, I know nothing. Then who speaks all this? I say, ‘Mother, I am a machine, You are the machine man; I am the house, You are the dweller; I am the chariot, You are the charioteer; I do what You make me do; I speak what You make me speak; I move the way You make me move.’ ‘Not I, not I. You, only You.’ She is ever victorious. I am merely an instrument.

When Srimati was carrying a pitcher with a thousand holes and not a drop of water was flowing out of it, everybody began to praise her saying that such a sati (faithful wife, pure woman) is rare to come across. Then Srimati said, ‘Why do you praise me? Instead you say: Victory to Krishna, victory to Krishna! I am merely His maidservant.’