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.

Lonely? Give it to Jesus. The loneliness itself is material for sacrifice.

Teach me to treat all that comes to me with peace of soul and with firm conviction that Your will governs all.

Remind me that not everything needs to be said, and that there are very few things that need to be said by me.

Sometimes God's refusals are His mercies.

There is nothing worth living for, unless it is worth dying for.

God is God. I dethrone Him in my heart if I demand that He act in ways that satisfy my idea of justice. It is the same spirit that taunted, "If Thou be the Son of God, come down from the Cross." There is unbelief, there is even rebellion, in the attitude that says, "God has no right to do this to five men unless...