“Faith is like radar that sees through the fog.”

In this dark world, the Lord Jesus gave us the task of passing on His love.

Any concern too small to be turned into a prayer is too small to be made into a burden.

When I try, I fail. When I trust, He succeeds.

The devil smiles when we are up to our ears in work, but he trembles when we pray.

What wings are to a bird, and sails to a ship, so is prayer to the soul.

In the center of a hurricane there is absolute peace and quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will of God.

Nobody can take away from you those texts from the Bible which you have learned by heart.

Forgiveness is the key that unlocks the door of resentment and the handcuffs of hatred. It is a power that breaks the chains of bitterness and the shackles of selfishness.

If you cannot find time to pray, ask for forgiveness. Ask to be cleansed of the sin of having no time to pray. It could be that Satan is pushing you into too much work so that you cannot take time to pray.

Trying to do the Lord’s work in your own strength is the most confusing, exhausting, and tedious of all work. But when you are filled with the Holy Spirit, then the ministry of Jesus just flows out of you.

The amount of God’s love is unlimited, but we only receive as much as we use.

The school of life offers some difficult courses, but it is in the difficult class that one learns the most.

There are no ‘ifs’ in God’s Kingdom. His timing is perfect. His will is our hiding place. Lord Jesus, keep me in Your will! Don’t let me go mad by poking about outside it.

If a bird is flying for pleasure, it flies with the wind, but if it meets danger it turns and faces the wind, in order that it may rise higher.

Forgiveness is not an emotion; it is an act of the will.

No matter how deep our darkness, he is deeper still.

The small wisdom is like water in a glass, clear, transparent, pure. The great wisdom is like the water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.

Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.

Hold your head high, stick your chest out. You can make it. It gets dark sometimes, but morning comes. Keep hope alive.

When you’re, like, 190 pounds, dark-skinned, and a new artist that no one really cares about, people don’t really take the time to make you look beautiful.

How far have we come in man’s long pilgrimage from darkness toward light? Are we nearing the light—a day of freedom and of peace for all mankind? Or are the shadows of another night closing in upon us?

It’s crazy because ‘Icy Girl’ came when I was in a dark place, but I made it to motivate myself. It was kind of like my anthem for lifting up my spirits.

Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.

Its okay to be sad. I’ve been trained to love my darkness