Our loving Lord is not just present, but nearer than the thought can imagine - so near that a whisper can reach Him.

There is always something to be happy about if we look for it: ‘Two men looked through prison bars, The one saw mud, the other stars.'

I would rather burn out than rust out.

Joy is not gush. Joy is not mere jolliness. Joy is perfect acquiescence ~ acceptance, rest ~ in God’s will, whatever comes.

Blessed are the single-hearted, for they shall enjoy much peace. If you refuse to be hurried and pressed, if you stay your soul on God, nothing can keep you from that clearness of spirit which is life and peace. In that stillness you will know what His will is.

Thank God, He doesn't measure out grace in teaspoons.

When I consider the cross of Christ, how can anything that I do be called sacrifice?