The very longing for contentment that ought to drive us to simplicity of life and labors of love contents itself instead with the broken cisterns of prosperity and comfort.

If God's love for his children is to be measured by our health, wealth, and comfort in this life, God hated the apostle Paul.

Faith is born and sustained by the Word of God, and out of faith grows the flower of joy.

In demanding our praise God is demanding the completion of our pleasure (in him).

Darkness comes. In the middle of it, the future looks blank. The temptation to quit is huge. Don't. You are in good company... You will argue with yourself that there is no way forward. But with God, nothing is impossible. He has more ropes and ladders and tunnels out of pits than you can conceive. Wait. Pray without ceasing. Hope.

Spot the first risings of your besetting sin and kill it, till it is no more.

Little hearts, little souls give little lusts big power. Big hearts give little lusts little power.