Unless you're lead dog, the scenery never changes.

The mother eagle teaches her little ones to fly by making their nest so uncomfortable that they are forced to leave it and commit themselves to the unknown world of air outside. And just so does our God to us. He stirs up our comfortable nests, and pushes us over the edge of them, and we are forced to use our wings to save ourselves from fatal falling. Read your trials in this light, and see if you cannot begin to get a glimpse of their meaning. Your wings are being developed.

Put together all the tenderest love you know of, multiply it by infinity, and you will begin to see glimpses of the love and grace of God.

Follow the crowd and you will never be followed by a crowd.

I wonder how many of our tombstones will have to be inscribed with the epitaph 'Died of too many meetings'?

Faith, like sight is nothing apart from God. You might as well shut your eyes and look inside, and see whether you have sight as to look inside to discover whether you have faith.

If our hearts are full of our own wretched "I ams" we will have no ears to hear His glorious, soul-satisfying "I Am."