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.
Hannah Whitall SmithI wonder how many of our tombstones will have to be inscribed with the epitaph 'Died of too many meetings'?
Hannah Whitall SmithBefore the acorn can bring forth the oak, it must become itself a wreck. No plant ever came from any but a wrecked seed.
Hannah Whitall Smith