The question is not whether you ever gave yourself to God, but whether you are His now.

The longer I live the more conscious I am of human frailty, and of the constant, overwhelming need we all have of God’s grace.

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

Much of my experience of life has cost me a great price and I wish to use it for strengthening and comforting other souls.

Go home and say to yourself, ‘I am a wayward, foolish child. But He loves me! I have disobeyed and grieved Him ten thousand times. But He loves me! I have lost faith in some of my dearest friends and am very desolate. But He loves me! I do not love Him, I am even angry with Him! But He loves me!

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.

The question is not whether you ever gave yourself to God, but whether you are His now.