I am so weak that I can hardly write, I cannot read my Bible, I cannot even pray, I can only lie still in God's arms like a little child, and trust.

Would that God would make hell so real to us that we cannot rest; Heaven so real that we must have men there.

Unless there is an element of risk in our exploits for God, there is no need for faith.

It matters not how great the pressure is, only where the pressure lies. As long as the pressure does not come between me and my Savior, but presses me to Him, then the greater the pressure, the greater my dependence upon Him.

God uses men who are weak and feeble enough to lean on him.

I am no longer anxious about anything, as I realize that He is able to carry out His will for me. It does not matter where He places me, or how. That is for Him to consider, not me, for in the easiest positions He will give me grace, and in the most difficult ones His grace is sufficient.

If it is true in anything, it is especially true of divine things, what costs little is worth little.