Be on guard, my soul, of complicating your environment so that you have neither time nor room for growth!

The sound of 'gentle stillness' after all the thunder and wind have passed will the ultimate Word from God.

Grieve not, then, if your sons seem to desert you, but rejoice, rather, seeing the will of God done gladly.

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.

I pray for you, that all your misgivings will be melted to thanksgivings. Remember that the shadow a thing casts often far exceeds the size of the thing itself (especially if the light be low on the horizon) and though some future fear may strut brave darkness as you approach, the thing itself will be but a speck when seen from beyond. Oh that He would restore us often with that 'aspect from beyond,' to see a thing as He sees it, to remember that He dealeth with us as with sons.

Missionaries are very human folks, simply a bunch of nobodies trying to exalt somebody.

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