When people come up and give me a compliment... I take each remark as if it were a flower. At the end of the day I lift up the bouquet of flowers I have gathered throughout the day and say, 'Here you are, Lord, it is all Yours.'

God can give a straight blow with a crooked stick.

More and more the distinction between prayer and the rest of life seemed to be vanishing for Betsie.

There are no 'if's' in God's world. And no places that are safer than other places. The center of His will is our only safety - let us pray that we may always know it!

I thank You, Jesus, that You brought into my heart God's love through the Holy Spirit. Thank You, Father, that Your love in me is stronger than my hatred.

The measure of a life, after all, is not its duration, but its donation.

... God uses such seemingly insignificant ways to prepare us for the plan He has for our lives.