My soul was always so full of aspirations, that a God was a necessity to me. I was like a bird with an instinct of migration upon me, and a country to migrate to was as essential as it is to the bird

Keep your face upturned to Christ as the flowers do to the sun. Look, and your soul shall live and grow

God loves us, and the will of love is always blessing for its loved ones.

Thanks be unto God which always causeth us to triumph in Christ!

I find that every soul that has travelled on this highway of holiness for any length of time, has invariably cut loose from its old moorings.

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.

God will help us become the people we are meant to be, if only we will ask Him