He makes His ministers a flame of fire. Am I ignitible? God deliver me from the dread asbestos of 'other things.' Saturate me with the oil of the Spirit that I may be aflame. But flame is transient, often short lived. Canst thou bear this, my soul - short life? ... Make me thy fuel, Flame of God.

Lord, give me firmness without hardness, steadfastness without dogmatism, love without weakness.

He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.

If we are the sheep of His pasture, remember that sheep are headed for the altar.

The will of God is sweet tonight, altogether ‘good and acceptable and perfect.’ The considerate love of the Lord Jesus for us seems such a kind thing now. I know it has always been so, but somehow I didn’t see how wise it was when it didn’t seem kind… Remind me of this when I cannot regard His love as considerate some time.

Let not our longing slay the appetite of our living.

Forgive me for being so ordinary while claiming to know so extraordinary a God.