God deliver me from the dread asbestos of “other things.” Saturate me with the oil of the Spirit that I may be aflame.

Ps 119:89-91: The settled Word in Heaven makes for a solid foundation on earth and a safe path for today.

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

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

Unwillingness to accept God's 'way of escape' from temptation frightens me - what a rebel yet resides within.

That saint who advances on his knees never retreats.

Father, make of me a crisis man. Bring those I contact to decision. Let me not be a milepost on a single road; make me a fork, that men must turn one way or another on facing Christ in me.