Today is mine. Tomorrow is none of my business. If I peer anxiously into the fog of the future I will strain my spiritual eyes so that I will not see clearly what is required of me now!
Cruelty and wrong are not the greatest forces in the world. There is nothing eternal in them. Only love is eternal.
Faith does not eliminate questions. But faith knows where to take them.
I will offer to Him both my tears and my exultation. Nothing we offer to Him will be lost.
When obedience to God contradicts what I think will give me pleasure, let me ask myself if I love Him.
The life of faith is lived one day at a time, and it has to be lived – not always looked forward to as though the “real” living were around the next corner. It is today for which we are responsible. God still owns tomorrow.
I have one desire now – to live a life of reckless abandon for the Lord, putting all my energy and strength into it.
God is God. Because he is God, He is worthy of my trust and obedience. I will find rest nowhere but in His holy will that is unspeakably beyond my largest notions of what he is up to.
Sometimes God’s refusals are His mercies.
Restlessness and impatience change nothing except our peace and joy. Peace does not dwell in outward things, but in the heart prepared to wait trustfully and quietly on Him who has all things safely in His hands.
If my life is surrendered to God, all is well. Let me not grab it back, as though it were in peril in His hand but would be safer in mine!
One does not surrender a life in an instant. That which is lifelong can only be surrendered in a lifetime.
Women still dream and hope, pin their emotions on some man who doesn’t reciprocate, and end up in confusion.
Of all things difficult to rule, none were more so than my will and affections.
There is nothing worth living for, unless it is worth dying for.
The fact that I am a woman does not make me a different kind of Christian, but the fact that I am a Christian makes me a different kind of woman.
God’s command ‘Go ye, and preach the gospel to every creature’ was the categorical imperative. The question of personal safety was wholly irrelevant.
Until the will and the affections are brought under the authority of Christ, we have not begun to understand, let alone to accept, His lordship.
Where does your security lie? Is God your refuge, your hiding place, your stronghold, your shepherd, your counselor, your friend, your redeemer, your saviour, your guide? If He is, you don’t need to search any further for security.
Is the distinction between living for Christ and dying for Him so great? Is not the second the logical conclusion of the first?