Let not our longing slay the appetite of our living.

Lord, make my way prosperous not that I achieve high station, but that my life be an exhibit to the value of knowing God.

Eternity shall be at once a great eye-opener and a great mouth-shutter.

Father, let me be weak that I might loose my clutch on everything temporal. My life, my reputation, my possessions, Lord, let me loose the tension of the grasping hand. Even, Father, would I lose the love of fondling. How often I have released a grasp only to retain what I prized by 'harmless' longing, the fondling touch. Rather, open my hand to received the nail of Calvary, as Christ's was opened- that I, releasing all, might be released, unleashed from all that binds me now. He thought Heaven, yea, equality with God, not a thing to be clutched at. So let me release my grasp.

The shiny paint laid on by curiosity's hand has worn off. What thing better can a man know than the love of Christ, which passes knowledge?

What good are Greek, commentaries, insight, gift, and all the rest, if there is no heart for Christ?

The will of God is always a bigger thing than we bargain for.