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.

Just the privilege of fellowship with God is infinitely more than any thing that God could give. When he gives himself he is giving more than anything else in the universe.

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

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.

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.

I choose to look at people through God, using God as my glasses, colored with His love for them.