All through the short afternoon they kept coming, the people who counted themselves Father's friends. Young and old, poor and rich, scholarly gentlemen and illiterate servant girls—only to Father did it seem that they were all alike. That was Father's secret: not that he overlooked the differences in people; that he didn't know they were there.

Dear Jesus...how foolish of me to have called for human help when You are here.

Worry is a cycle of inefficient thoughts whirling around a center of fear.

There is no pit so deep, that God's love is not deeper still.

Oh, this was the great ploy of Satan in that kingdom of his: to display such blatant evil one could almost believe one's own secret sin didn't matter.

We can’t solve problems for others. We can introduce them to the Lord.

Jesus did not promise to change the circumstances around us. He promised great peace and pure joy to those who would learn to believe that God actually controls all things.