“Leave it all in the Hands that were wounded for you”

Teach me to treat all that comes to me with peace of soul and with firm conviction that Your will governs all.

It is always possible to be thankful for what is given rather than to complain about what is not given. One or the other becomes a habit of life.

The willingness to be and to have just what God wants us to be and have, nothing more, nothing less, and nothing else, would set our hearts at rest, and we would discover the simpler life, the greater peace.

No marriage can survive without forgiveness. Marriage is a long term commitment between two sinners.

Remind me that not everything needs to be said, and that there are very few things that need to be said by me.

I have one desire now – to live a life of reckless abandon for the Lord, putting all my energy and strength into it.

It is impossible to love deeply without sacrifice.

Our vision is so limited we can hardly imagine a love that does not show itself in protection from suffering. The love of God is of a different nature altogether. It does not hate tragedy. It never denies reality. It stands in the very teeth of suffering.

Heaven is not here, it’s There. If we were given all we wanted here, our hearts would settle for this world rather than the next. God is forever luring us up and away from this one, wooing us to Himself and His still invisible Kingdom, where we will certainly find what we so keenly long for

What God gives in answer to our prayers will always be the thing we most urgently need, and it will always be sufficient.

Either we are adrift in chaos or we are individuals, created, loved, upheld and placed purposefully, exactly where we are. Can you believe that? Can you trust God for that?

There is nothing worth living for, unless it is worth dying for.

The deepest lessons come out of the deepest waters and the hottest fires.

Sometimes God’s refusals are His mercies.

Waiting on God requires the willingness to bear uncertainty, to carry within oneself the unanswered question, lifting the heart to God about it whenever it intrudes upon one’s thoughts.

If it were not for uncertainties, we would have no need to walk by faith.

As far as I know, he never asked where she had been or why she had left and she never told. I guess some stories do not need telling.

The problem is that there are not enough opportunities for the youngsters in U.P. which forces them to migrate. Our aim is to provide employment to 90% youngsters.

Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.

I pray I get to see the world before I leave the world.

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.

One day, you’ll leave. And my heart will close like a weeping ipomoea never to open again.

When I come into a tournament, I’m expecting to win. That’s my philosophy. I can’t go to a tournament thinking, ‘I’m going to get my ass kicked today, so I might as well leave.’

We parted sadly, like children in the street on a pleasant june afternoon.