We must quit bending the Word to suit our situation. It is we who must be bent to that Word, our necks that must bow under the yoke.

O God, I confess I am not worthy to rock that little babe or wash its diapers, or to be entrusted with the care of a child and its mother. How is it that I without any merit have come to this distinction of being certain that I am serving thy creature and thy most precious will? Oh, how gladly will I do so. Though the duty should be even more insignificant and despised, neither frost nor heat, neither drudgery nor labor will distress me for I am certain that it is thus pleasing in thy sight.

The heart set to do the Father's will, need never fear defeat.

He is always doing something--the very best thing, the thing we ourselves would certainly choose if we knew the end from the beginning. He is at work to bring us to our full glory.

Among the most joyful people I have known have been some who seem to have had no human reason for joy. The sweet fragrance of Christ has shown through their lives.

Where reasons are given, we don't need faith. Where only darkness surrounds us, we have no means for seeing except by faith.

Fear arises when we imagine that everything depends on us.