The sense of being led by an unseen hand which takes mine, while another hand reaches ahead and prepares the way, grows upon me daily.

I feel simply carried along each hour, doing my part in a plan which is far beyond myself. […] My part is to live this hour in continuous inner conversation with God and in perfect responsiveness to His will. This seems to be all I need to think about.

If you are weary of some sleepy form of devotion, probably God is as weary of it as you are.

God, I want to give You every minute of this year. I shall try to keep You in mind every moment of my waking hours....I shall try to let You be the speaker and direct every word. I shall try to let You direct my acts. I shall try to learn Your language.

I have tasted a thrill in fellowship with God which has made anything discordant with God disgusting.

The sense of being led by an unseen hand which takes mine, while another hand reaches ahead and prepares the way, grows upon me daily.

The Lord will not wish to count my trophies, but my scars.