My life is one long daily, hourly record of answered prayer. For physical health, for mental overstrain, for guidance given marvelously, for errors and dangers averted, for enmity to the Gospel subdued, for food provided at the exact hour needed, for everything that goes to make up life and my poor service. I can testify, with a full and often wonder-stricken awe, that I believe God answers prayer.

If you are ever inclined to pray for a missionary, do it at once, wherever you are.

Why should I fear? I am on a Royal Mission. I am in the service of the King of kings.

Pray on, dear one- the power lies that way

When you think of the woman's power, you forget the power of the woman's God. I shall go on.

Oh Lord, I thank Thee that I can bring these people Thy Word. But Lord, there are other villages back in the jungle where no white man has gone. They need Jesus, too. Help me reach them!

What would I do with starry crowns except to cast them at His feet?