“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.”

What I ought to do and what I feel like doing are seldom the same thing.

We have ample evidence that the Lord is able to guide. The promises cover every imaginable situation. All we need to do is to take the hand he stretches out.

You are loved with an everlasting love. And underneath are the everlasting arms.

Faith’s most severe tests come not when we see nothing, but when we see a stunning array of evidence that seems to prove our faith vain.

It is God to whom and with whom we travel, and while He is the end of our journey, He is also at every stopping place.

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.

Restlessness and impatience change nothing except our peace and joy.

A spirit of restlessness and resistance can never wait, but one who believes he is loved with an everlasting love, and knows that underneath are the everlasting arms, will find strength and peace.

We can’t really tell how crooked our thinking is until we line it up with the straight edge of Scripture.

To love God is to love His will. It is to wait quietly for life to be measured by One who knows us through and through. It is to be content with His timing and His wise appointment.

If you believe in a God who controls the big things, you have to believe in a God who controls the little things. It is we, of course, to whom things look ‘little’ or ‘big’.

Worship is not an experience. Worship is an act, and this takes discipline. We are to worship ”in spirit and in truth.” Never mind about the feelings. We are to worship in spite of them.

When ours are interrupted, his are not. His plans are proceeding exactly as scheduled, moving us always (including those minutes or hours or years which seem most useless or wasted or unendurable).

I believe with all my heart God’s Story has a happy ending. . . But not yet, not necessarily yet. It takes faith to hold on to that in the face of the great burden of experience, which seems to prove otherwise.

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.

Lonely is different from alone.

Souls shouldering the burden of false hopes, broken promises, fear like a burning flame. Maybe that’s why each one of us is so different yet the same.

Mortality is very different when you’re 20 to when you’re 50.

You glow different when you are not hating, hurting, & messy.

Solitude is different from loneliness, and it doesn’t have to be a lonely kind of thing.

The meaning of success is different for everyone, you must find your own.

A great man is different from an eminent one in that he is ready to be the servant of the society.

I’ve had my heart broken in a lot of different ways a lot of different times by different people.