When we work, we work. When we pray, God works.

Were it not for the consciousness of Christ in my life, hour by hour, I could not go on. But He is teaching me the glorious lessons of His sufficiency, and each day I am carried onward with no feeling of strain or fear of collapse.

So if God should place me in serious perplexity, must He not give me much guidance; in places of great difficulty, much grace; in circumstances of great pressure and trial, much strength? No fear that HIs resources will prove unequal to the emergency! And His resources are mine, for He is mine, and is with me and dwells in me.

All God's giants have been weak men and women who have gotten hold of God's faithfulness.

Would that God would make hell so real to us that we cannot rest; heaven so real that we must have men there, Christ so real that our supreme motive and aim shall be to make the Man of Sorrows the Man of Joy by the conversion to him of many.

I have seen many men work without praying, though I have never seen any good come out of it; but I have never seen a man pray without working.

We have heard of many people who trusted God too little, but have you ever heard of anyone who trusted Him too much?