It is always good to put your all into anything you do. Yet, progress does not come of it's own, it is a product of all the actions of His Holy Will.
I remember another time when I encountered great peace, a tangible peace, a flowing of rest and happiness. It was at the retreat house of the New Camaldoli hermitage in California.
The place is 1300 feet above the Pacific Ocean, and the retreat house has a beautiful view, and many secluded places to seek a truer solitude if you have come for refuge in it.
Above all else it is quiet there. No radios or Tv's. But once the din of civlization has diminished and faded away, there is an electric current that runs through you and stands you bolt upright, stunned.That terrible place is the one we have all dreaded for ages, when reality shows itself not to be what we all took for granted, but what is actually is. There is nothing to fear in it, the way people might obsess; " me? in total silence all day long without entertainment or human company? and nothing to do?"
It is not hard to pass through such a journey, but it has derailed more than one person who felt the urging of God to "come aside with me". The beginning of a realization of what solitude and silence consist of starts when you are in fact abandoned in solitude and silence and all doing resolves itself into being and somehow you touch God, and He touches you, and life changes in a more pure and intense presence.
After a while, all the little objects in a place dedicated to silence fall into their appointed places, not interrupting and not intruding, but only letting the current of that river of spiritual love carries you effortlessly down stream without a care in the world, not even worrying about the possibility of a high falls over which the silence falls to plunge into unknown depths and what they may contain.
God guides, leads, persuades and intervenes as necessary until you find out how effortless resting can be when it is the divine rest. It is easy to grow fond of that place, but do not get used to it, or worse still, expect it to be persistent so that you might become habitually expecting it, like an infant anticipatinf teaspoons of honey. That will lead out of the possibility of dreams, to the hard work waiting to get done, adjusting to nailed hands and feet, and wounds reopened by the thorns. Then you must push on and that may be all you have to go on. But if you persist, it has its effect and you no longer care. You cannot know HIs environment without experiencing HIm, even on the cross, hanging from pitiless wounds. You do not get used to it, the reaction against the pain is the same, but the spirit rises up not of its own accord but under the influence of His Holy Spirit, and then you begin to live and work and grow into the being you were meant to be.