Once I knew what it was to rest upon the rock of God's promises, and it was indeed a precious resting place, but now I rest in His grace. He is teaching me that the bosom of His love is a far sweeter resting-place than even the rock of His promises.
Hannah Whitall SmithThe 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 SmithSomehow even tragedies seem less tragical, when you are the actors in them, than they look to outsiders
Hannah Whitall SmithIf you were to write down all the possible ways to motivate people to do better work, friendly praise would have to come near the head of your list.
Hannah Whitall Smith