“Let’s keep our chins up and our knees down – we’re on the victory side.”

If it has come that far, it has come with great purpose.

He will transform you into His likeness. You do the beholding.

The higher the pinnacle of blessing, authority, and publicity he has attained by grace.

The conversion of a soul is the miracle of a moment, but the manufacture of a saint is the task of a lifetime.

Let us learn this lesson from Nehemiah: you never lighten the load unless first you have felt the pressure in your own soul.

We will only advance in our evangelistic work as fast and as far as we advance on our knees.

Let me say to you that truth has always lived with the minority; what the majority says at a given moment is usually wrong.

That He can plan His will through our actions, that He can direct His strategy of world evangelization through His Church.

No sin which we are capable of committing has ever taken God by surprise for He knew we were just like that.

At that moment He’ll flood your Life with His presence and power.

It is an absolute declaration of the fact that within my heart I have abandoned worship at the Cross.

The help of God does not come to us when we are indifferent.

He deeper and more staggering can be his collapse. There is never a day in any man’s life but that he is dependent upon the grace of God for power and the blood of Jesus for cleansing.

As I lift up my eyes to Him and accept it as coming from the throne of God for some great purpose of blessing to my own heart.

The condition of an enlightened mind is a surrendered heart.

The secret of every discord in Christian homes and communities and churches is that we seek our own way and our own glory.

I had fun last night,” i told patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. “i’m officially on love with your sheets.” “that the only thing you’re in love with?” “nope. Your mattress, too.” some smile crept into patch’s eyes. “my bed’s an open invitation.

Jev stroked his chin. “do i look like a summer fling?

My ability to turn good news into anxiety is rivaled only by my ability to turn anxiety into chin acne.

You’re crazy. You’re impossible.’ ‘i’m crazy?’ he tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. ‘and i must be crazy for putting up with it.

Nice costume,” he said. “ditto. I can tell you put alot of though into yours.” amusement curled his mouth. “if you don’t like it, i can take it off.” i tapped my chin thoughtfully. “that just might be the best proposal i’ve had all night.” “my offers are always the best, angel.

I have a deep, deep belief that if I tell you I’m going to crack you with a clean shot to the chin inside one minute of the first round and you will be unconscious, well, then that’s what will happen.

It’s not easy, though, singing upside down in a headstand on a raised platform with your unfettered breasts hitting you in the chin.

I like tattoos. I’m gonna be covered. I’m not going to touch my face or under the chin on the neck: it’s my least favorite place.