It sweetens every bit of work to think that I am doing it in humble, far-off, yet real imitation of Jesus.

It sweetens every bit of work to think that I am doing it in humble, far-off, yet real imitation of Jesus.

We must be wise taskmasters and not require of ourselves what we cannot possibly perform. Recreation we must have. Otherwise, the strings of our soul, wound up to an unnatural tension, will break.

O happy life! life hid with Christ in God! So making me At home and by the wayside and abroad, Alone with Thee.

Here is a little mouth to kiss; here are two more feet to make music with their pattering about my nursery. Here is a soul to train for God, and the body in which it dwells is worth all it will cost, since it is abode of a kingly tenant. I may see less of friends, but I have gained one dearer than them all. Yes, my precious baby, you are welcome to your mothers heart, welcome to her time, her strength, her health, to her most tender cares, to her life-long prayers! Oh how rich I am, how truly, how wondrously blest!

Some of His children must go into the furnace to testify that the Son of God is there with them.

The thorny path bears some of the sweetest flowers that adorn life. And when with naked, bleeding feet we walk upon a flinty soil, we often find diamonds.