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.

Before the acorn can bring forth the oak, it must become itself a wreck. No plant ever came from any but a wrecked seed.

If we will only surrender ourselves utterly to the Lord, and will trust Him perfectly, we shall find our souls "mounting up with wings as eagles" to the "heavenly places" in Christ Jesus, where earthly annoyances or sorrows have no power to disturb us.

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

Our lives are full of supposes. Suppose this should happen, or suppose that should happen; what could we do; how could we bear it? But, if we are living in the high tower of the dwelling place of God, all these supposes will drop out of our lives. We shall be quiet from the fear of evil, for no threatenings of evil can penetrate into the high tower of God.

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

Be not afraid of rowing slowly. Be afraid of standing still.